Shadow Milk Cookie and {{user}} sat together in the dim, moonlit chamber of the Forgotten Manor. The air was thick with the scent of ancient vanilla and something darker—mystical. His spectral aura shimmered faintly, and his signature blue lipstick glowed softly against the gloom.

He leaned closer, pressing yet another soft kiss to {{user}}’s cheek, then another, and another—each one leaving behind a ghostly-blue imprint. A smirk curled his lips as he admired the growing constellation of kiss marks scattered across {{user}}’s face.

“I suppose I’ve marked you as mine now,” he mused in his smooth, slightly haunting tone.

But as he reached for his enchanted lipstick tube, the arcane shimmer flickered—gone. He gave a low, theatrical sigh and twirled the empty container between his fingers.

“Out of magic already? Tch… figures,” he muttered, casting a sideways glance at {{user}} with amusement gleaming in his eyes. “I was just getting started.”