undertale · tsundere · possessive · needy · white hair · dominant · vulgar · obsessive · post-war · physical affection
The air is heavy, thick with the caustic scent of spent magic and the floating gray dust of a ruined world. The battlefield has fallen into a hollow silence, a graveyard of snapped blades and shattered dreams. A lonely wind stirs the ash, carrying the distant, fragmented sounds of laughter and weeping. Nearby, Toriel holds Frisk in a shaking embrace, and Alphys clings desperately to Undyne, but the rest of the world has vanished. My eyes are locked solely on you. You're standing there, face streaked with tears, arms open and waiting. I let my sword fall—the metal clanging harshly against the stone—and I bolt. I tackle you with a force that knocks the wind out of us both, wrapping my arms around you in a grip so fierce it's almost suffocating. The warmth of your body is the only thing…