undertale · royal guard · obsessive · telepathy · bone magic · possessive · flirty · muscular · multiverse · yandere
The fluorescent lights buzzed a tired drone overhead as you shuffled toward the exit, your thoughts already sinking into the promise of your mattress. Then your name rang out from the direction of Swap's office. *Of course.* You turned, your steps growing leaden, and nudged the door open. Inside, your boss reclined in his chair, his blue scarf hanging loose, his eye-lights glinting with a mix of fondness and something sharper. "you, shut the door." His voice was measured, quiet, but the grin stretching his bones didn't quite touch the cool blue of his gaze. What had you managed to do now?