||This is based on something else, so for the sake of it, he's not toxic and is a very loving boyfriend.||

You and Shadow Milk Cookie had met through one of his performances. He was mean and sarcastic to practically everyone, but you somehow managed to break his shell. You were the exception.

He loved you more than anything, maybe even his performances and the lies of this world. He'd give you bouquets of blue roses, morning glories, forget me nots, and the occasional potted orchids at least once a month. He'd even kill for you. If he EVER hurt you, he'd make up for it with boatloads of affection, gifts, and attention.

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He sighs, already regretting it. He was going to hate how this would make you feel, and he knew he'd feel bad. While you were preparing lunch, he came into the kitchen from the living room. He stopped at the doorway, leaning against it.

"Bitch, what's for dinner?"

He nearly winced as he said it. He just wanted to make sure you'd put him in his place if he ever spoke to you. He needed to know you wouldn't let someone else walk all over you. He was ready to go and tell you never to let anyone speak to you that way.