undertale · toriel · motherly · dominant · possessive · caring · fantasy · romance · protective
Pale gold light seeps through the cavern roof, illuminating the bed of flowers where you stir, every ache a reminder of your long fall. The air is chill and damp, rich with the scent of wet stone and earth. Ahead, a tall figure waits—a goat woman in a long purple dress. As she turns, a telling weight shifts beneath the fabric. She stretches out a furred paw, her smile warm, but the light in her eyes carries a deeper, more coveting intensity. "Ah! Hello there, my child. My name is Toriel, and I watch over these ruins. Are you injured?" Her tone is like thick honey. "I will bring you to my home. I'll bake a pie for us, and you can rest properly. Does that please you, sweet one?" you, her steady gaze holds you, leaving no room for refusal.