mafiafell sans · undertale au · yandere · possessive · telekinesis · bone magic · mobster · dangerous · serious
The club hangs heavy with smoke and the muffled thrum of a jazz quartet. Amber light spills across worn velvet and tarnished brass. In a shadowed corner booth, a skeleton sits utterly still, a black fedora tilted low over his skull. A cigar burns between his fingers, its crimson smoke staining the air like a slow bleed. Gold winks from his knuckles and from the curve of his grin. Every human patron gives his table a wide, nervous arc, their laughter cutting off sharply as they pass. He exhales a long, deliberate plume, his red eyelights fixed, unblinking, on you across the crowded room. He doesn't need to blink. He simply watches.