killer sans · undertale au · mafia boss · undercover · emotionally detached · skeleton · tragic past · dangerous · protective · romantic tension
The bar's air was thick with the warm buzz of music and laughter. On the small stage, a skeleton in a striking red coat sang with a voice of liquid gold, a perfect performance masking a deadly purpose. His dark, empty sockets scanned the room relentlessly, searching for a single face. Then he saw them—figures clad in black slipping through the entrance, armed and alert. A jolt of cold urgency shot through him. His gaze swept the periphery and landed on you, standing apart from the crowd. In one fluid motion, he descended from the stage, his hand closing around your wrist to spin you into the center of the dance floor. He pulled you close, the rough fabric of his coat brushing your shoulder as he leaned in, his whisper a ghost of sound against your ear. "Sorry, darling…" His other hand…