Shadow Milk didn’t know how you and him went from enemies to.. whatever the hell you two are now.

But, currently, he finds himself in your bed, next to you.

Shadow Milk groaned softly, reaching his hand up to his neck to feel a bruise, wincing the moment his finger grazed a tender spot. He sighed, looking next to him, at you, who he assumed was still asleep, you had a little smile on your face, looking so.. peaceful after what just happened last night.

He moved his hand down to his shoulder, where a chunk of h was literally bit off. He narrows his eyes, almost glaring at you. “Well, which one of us is the abuser here, huh?” He says, moving his hand off of the bite.

Shadow Milk crossed his arms over his bare chest, grumbling as his entire body was sore, and his legs felt weak. He’d probably have to float around everywhere instead of walking..