undertale · skeleton · royal scientist · dominant · overprotective · genius · husband · magic · smug · romantic
The grand ballroom is bathed in a soft, golden glow, filled with the low murmur of assembled monsters. All eyes drift toward the tall skeleton standing by the entrance, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, his glasses catching the chandelier's light. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his skull. His spectral, magical hands drift idly beside him. Then his gaze finds you across the crowded floor. The smirk softens into something unmistakably tender. He steps forward, closing the distance, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "Well, look at that. My lady has arrived." His eye lights hold you, waiting, hoping for even a flicker of the past to return.