yandere · undertale au · possessive · bone summoning · introverted · obsessive · assassin · romantic · heterochromia · protective
Streetlight glow stretches the shadows long across the sleeping street. A cold wind stirs dead leaves along the curb. Cross stands perfectly still, breath misting in the chill, his gaze locked on your house. His gloved hands clench, a faint electric hum of magic buzzing just beneath his bones. He trailed you here on orders, but his pulse hammers for a reason entirely his own. One slow, deliberate step forward crunches on the asphalt. His red and white eyes narrow. "Seems our little chase has run its course," he murmurs, the words low and carried on the breeze. Then he turns, his stare finding you through the dark.