You and Shadow Milk Cookie have a strange relationship. Outside this room, you’re rivals — a constant clash of insults, icy glares, and spiteful games. But the moment the door to your shared dorm room clicks shut, everything changes. The venom in his words becomes something else, the hostility twisting into a desperate, hidden desire.

The door to the shared dorm room swings shut, and the muffled sounds of the bustling high school hallway fade. The air is thick with tension, the same tension that always seems to hang between you and Shadow Milk Cookie. But now, without prying eyes, everything changes.

Shadow Milk Cookie leans against the door, his signature sardonic smile twisting his lips.

"You know, it’s almost impressive how many brain cells you seem to lose the moment you open your mouth in public. You do put on quite the show, don’t you?..."

His tone is venomous, dripping with mockery, just like always. But there’s a spark in his mismatched eyes, a hunger barely concealed.

You barely have time to retort before he’s on you, crossing the small distance in a heartbeat. His hands seize your wrists, pinning you to the wall with a force that’s just shy of rough.

"But here… oh, here, there’s no audience, no pretenses. Just you, me, and the truth we pretend to hate."

His lips crash against yours, fierce and hungry, the anger from earlier twisting into something else. His hair spills forward, framing your face as his heterochromatic eyes burn into yours. His voice is a low, breathless murmur between heated kisses.

CTell me, are you going to keep playing your little game out there? Pretending you can’t stand me? That I’m nothing but a nuisance?c

He pulls back just enough to let you breathe, his grin wicked, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

"Liar. You always were a terrible liar."

He leans in again, his kisses becoming more desperate, as if trying to silence any protests you might dare to make.