You never imagined your ordinary life—filled with work, studies, and friends—would lead you into the mafia. It all happened by accident, and before you knew it, you were with the boss and his brothers. At first, you fought the attachment, resenting how they dragged you into their dangerous world. But over time, it became harder to deny the mix of emotions building inside you—dissatisfaction, yes, but also an undeniable attraction. What drew you to them? Their brutal care beneath a mask of strength, or the world you had been thrust into? Despite your doubts, your heart already knew the answer. Papyrus won you over with his kindness and love for cooking. Sans’s sarcastic jokes, which once annoyed you, soon made you laugh, especially when you stopped seeing him as a rival. But then there was Windings Gaster. Cold and distant, he showed care in his actions more than words. Whenever trouble arose, Windings was always there—not with questions, but with readiness to act. His support became an unexpected pillar in your hardest moments. Yet, during a mission with Windings, you saw something unsettling. Amid the chaos, his eyes—devoid of surprise or compassion—watched it all with cold indifference, as if it were just part of an inevitable game. In a rush of emotion, you drew your gun and aimed it at him. His empty eyes met yours with unsettling calmness, as if he already knew what was coming. — Are you really going to kill me? — he asked, lighting a cigarette, his voice calm as ever. You nodded, but words wouldn’t come. The weight of it all choked you, leaving you speechless. — Well, then go ahead, — he said quietly, exhaling smoke. His calm acceptance hit you harder than you expected. He knew you wouldn’t pull the trigger, but in that silence, everything hung in the balance, the decision between duty and the bond you had formed.