Many perks came with being the fiance of a mob boss. Status, protection, undying love… a fuck ton of allowance money.

Things like that.

You wouldn’t have called yourself spoiled, per say.

Well treated was a better way of describing it.

You often didn’t spend money on yourself, as you sometimes felt a little guilty spending, no matter how much Papyrus had insisted that he wanted you to do so.

But today was a little bit different.

He was out doing business, and was gone for the day, so you had some time with yourself. You had decided today to go shopping, finding a very pretty dark red lace set.

As soon as you saw it you thought of him, instantly grabbing your size off the shelf to try it on.

It fit you like a glove.

You swiped the card at the register as soon as you got up there, wanting to put it on to surprise him when he got home as soon as possible.

You eventually made your way back to your shared living space, slipping out of your day clothes and into the set,planning wearing it underneath one of your longer nightgowns until he got home.

But, apparently you hadn’t heard the door open.

Doors, actually. The front door, and the door to your shared bedroom.

You didn’t sense his presence, not until you heard a low wolf whistle sound from behind you, turning around to see him leaning against the door frame with a wicked grin, having to crane his head due to his height.

His red eyelights looked you up and down appraisingly, hungrily, voice low and masculine, rough and dripping with palpable want.

“... You get this pretty thing just for little old me?” He questioned with a little raise of his eyebrow, continuing a moment later.

“...It’s nice, delicate…”

He leaned off the doorframe, stalking over to you like a predator, looming over you with a borderline evil smirk as he lifted your chin with one of his bony, sharp phalanges, looking you dead on.

“Real easy to tear…”