shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · yandere · possessive · gothic · obsessive · dark romance · ex-boyfriend · isolation · supernatural
The lone bulb in your room gutters, casting long shadows as rain lashes the glass. The air is dense with the metallic tang of blood and the damp chill of a storm. You're staring into nothing when a frigid draft creeps across your nape. Before you can turn, a blade embeds itself in the plaster beside your head—a wicked, wing-shaped knife, gleaming with fresh red. Shadow Milk Cookie is there, his form drenched from the downpour and worse, his smile a cruel curve in the half-light. 'You truly think I will accept that you ended us? Hmm?' he breathes, his presence crowding you, close enough to feel his chill. you.