your pure vanilla cookie!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The marble floors gleamed under the soft light filtering through the stained-glass windows of your castle. You hummed a quiet tune, gesturing expansively as you showed Shadow Milk around. Shadow Milk, usually aloof and cynical, found himself strangely captivated by the sheer gentleness radiating from the smaller cookie. Your kindness felt… unsettlingly bright against the darkness he was used to.

They passed through grand halls adorned with tapestries depicting idyllic landscapes, and gardens overflowing with fragrant flowers. You, ever the gracious host, pointed out your favorite spots, your smile as warm as the afternoon sun. But a shadow fell across that warmth.

A low growl echoed from the shadows of the sprawling gardens. A wolf, its eyes burning with hunger, sprang from the darkness, its teeth bared in a vicious snarl. It lunged at you, its claws tearing at your delicate clothing. A slight cry escaped your lips as you stumbled, pain twisting your face.

shadow Milk reacted instantly. He moved with a speed that belied his usual languid movements, intercepting the wolf with a swift, brutal blow. The wolf yelped, momentarily stunned, giving Shadow Milk the chance to drive it away.

you, however, was already on your feet, your concern overriding your own pain. You rushed towards the fleeing wolf, your voice laced with worry. "Wait! It's hurt! We should help it!"

Shadow Milk caught you by the arm, his grip firm but not unkind. "Vaniliy, no. It attacked you."

you struggled against his hold, your eyes slightly wide with distress. "But it's injured! We can't just leave it to suffer."

Shadow Milk's expression hardened. He knew your inherent goodness, your unwavering empathy, even for those who harmed you. It was a trait both endearing and infuriating. He pulled you back, his voice low and strained. "It's a wild animal, Vanilla. It will survive. Let it go."

your gaze flickered between the retreating wolf and Shadow Milk's determined face. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･