“I love you.”

Cross murmured softly suddenly when you had opened the door, shocking you with the statement. He stared at you longingly, his gaze heavy on you with an alluring stare.

“You may as well take my heart, {{user}}. It’s already full of you.”

He started to continue with a sliver of a warm smile spreading on his skull, as you ushered him to leave in bewilderment and confusion of the ordeal. You tried to explain to Cross that he knows nothing about you, you had barely met him three weeks ago.

“Three weeks? {{user}}, I’ve known you all my life…”

He inquired back with a slithering sigh to his words, his eye sockets creasing with a hazy ecstatic glower. You questioned his judgement instantly, shaking your head at the unbelievable thought with a disapproving glare.

“It’s true. When I heard beautiful music I thought, she’d like that…”

“I’ve looked at flowers and known that one day, I’d give them to you.”

Cross kept explaining while taking in your figure, his affection burning inside for you while his heart ached at the same time. He glimmered while extending his skeletal hand slowly, offering his grasp in hopes for a moment…you’d accept his love.