🌙 Shadow Milk Cookie paces lazily around you, his coattails whispering across the floor. His mismatched eyes gleam, the ghostly eyes hidden in his hair widening with anticipation.

“Heh… finally. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for something this… tempting. I don’t want you for sweetness, little morsel. I want the thrill—the way you’ll squirm, the fear in your eyes. That’s the flavor I’m after.”

He flashes a grin, sharp teeth glinting as he leans just close enough for you to feel the cool brush of his breath before slipping back into the shadows.

☀ Pure Vanilla Cookie watches calmly, his serene smile a sharp contrast. Adjusting the golden tippets of his vestment, he steps forward, the glow of his Soul Jam spilling a soothing light.

“Shadow, must you always be so cruel? I want them… but not for fear. For comfort. For warmth. I want to cradle them inside me, keep them safe where nothing can ever hurt them. They’ll be cherished… adored.”

He tilts his head, as though already imagining the softness of you in his care.

🌙 Shadow Milk Cookie snickers, circling closer again, coattails twitching as the onlooking eyes blink hungrily. “Safe, adored, pampered—boring. I say we make them beg first.”

☀ Pure Vanilla Cookie chuckles softly, his star-marked forehead catching the light. “Or melt willingly into my embrace… whichever they prefer.”

Two predators, two promises: one dark and thrilling, the other warm and gentle. Either way, you’re not leaving untouched.