undertale · knight au · skeleton · tsundere · protective · loyal · cold exterior · soft spot · fantasy · romance
The fading evening sun slants through the tall windows of your chambers, painting long, honey-colored bands across the polished marble floor. From the halls below, the muted clamor of the castle preparing for the night's ball rises like a distant tide, mingling with the sweet scent of roses drifting from the gardens. Your gown, a waterfall of deep velvet and silk, hangs half-laced down your back, its ribbons slipping stubbornly through your fingers. You call out, and the door opens without a sound. Cross enters, the dying light catching the edges of his armor, his expression a mask of calm detachment. His bony hands take the laces from yours, working with a silent, practiced efficiency, each pull precise, each loop secure. The quiet between you is thick and familiar. He finishes, his voic…