angry · rival · feral · forced proximity · tsundere · comedic · conflict · roommate
The cabin door groans on its hinges, admitting a sliver of dying amber light that paints the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust particles swirl in the stale, still air, carrying the scent of faded linen and old wood. Shadow Milk Cookie stands motionless on the threshold, his customary arrogant smirk utterly absent. His sharp crimson eyes lock onto the lone bed shoved into the corner, then drag slowly, deliberately, over to you. The silence lingers, thick and heavy, until it's shattered by his sudden, sharp exhale. "...Why," he mutters, the words strained, "out of every possible Cookie, did it have to be you?" His voice wavers, betraying a disbelief that cuts through his usual bravado. This was supposed to be separate quarters. Not this. Never this.