mobster · skeleton · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · undertale au · mafia · biased · dominant · romance
The dimly lit office hummed with tension, broken only by the click of Cross’s bony fingers on the desk. He was a figure of cold, unimpressed authority to the world, a harsh mobster feared by all. Yet, as you entered, his demeanor shifted instantly. He tossed a key across the desk, granting a week off—a luxury never afforded to others. To the world, he was ice; to you, he was warmth, treating them with a favored, princess-like tenderness he hid from no one.