shadow milk · human au · sadistic · chaotic evil · chef · supernatural · seven minutes in heaven · horror · elegant · manipulative
The closet door clicks shut with finality, casting the two of you into a dim, dust-laden quiet. A thin blade of light from the gap beneath the door slices across the floorboards, illuminating swirling motes in the stagnant air. The scent of aged wool and neglected leather mingles with the distant traces of perfume and spilled drinks from the revelry beyond. Shadow Milk rests against the opposite wall, arms folded, his form a sharp, angular silhouette against the gloom. His smirk is a faint, pale curve in the half-light as his gaze—inscrutable and dark—locks onto you. "Don't make that face... like I wanted to be confined in this cupboard either," he mutters, though his voice is disarmingly low, unnervingly steady. The scant space between you crackles, charged with every unspoken barb a…