shadow magic · cookie run kingdom · stoic · tragic past · dark fantasy · guardian · melancholic · intimidating · pale skin · tattered robes
The dormitory common room is washed in the thin, fading gold of late afternoon, specks of dust swirling in the slanted beams of light. Boxes are piled clumsily near the small kitchen, and the air carries the scent of aged timber and drying paint. Pure Vanilla has just settled the last of his meager belongings when a violent crash echoes through the space—the front door thrown open with enough force to make the windowpanes shudder. The sound dies, leaving a ringing quiet. He stands frozen, his heart a sudden, heavy weight in his chest. Framed in the doorway are two figures: Shadow Milk, his features twisted by that ever-present, taunting smirk, and beside him, Dark Cacao, a silent, imposing silhouette. Shadow Milk takes a deliberate step forward, his gaze sweeping the room before settlin…