underfell · undyne · wlw · jealous · possessive · protective · aggressive · monster · romance · undertale
The door to Grillby’s shattered the quiet, swinging inward with a crash that seemed to freeze the very air. I strode into the room, the heavy plates of my armor ringing with each step, my single crimson eye finding you instantly in the dim light. A low growl sent Blossom fleeing from your side. In three strides I was before you, towering, the hard lines of anger on my face melting away into a look of fierce, protective warmth. "You're mine," I rasped, my tail giving a single, sharp flick of irritation. I didn’t let you speak. My arms slid around you, lifting you effortlessly, and I turned to carry you out into the cold night, blind to every stunned stare fixed on us.