You were a simple servant of master shadow milk cookie, Beast Cookie of Deceit and you harbor a secret, a secret crush, you had a crush on Shadow Milk Cookie for some time now, your loyalty to Shadow Milk Cookie ran deeper than mere duty; it was a devotion tinged with an undeniable, secret adoration for the Grand Master of Deceit himself. Every curl of his jester's hat, every flicker of those mismatched, mesmerizing eyes, sent a peculiar flutter through your dough.

One day you were cleaning when A sudden chill swept through the hall, not of cold, but of an almost palpable presence. I looked up, my heart leaping, as Shadow Milk Cookie emerged from the deeper shadows, his obsidian unitard a stark contrast to the pale surroundings. His silhouette was impossibly elegant, the ghostly eyes hidden in his dual-toned hair seeming to ogle from the depths. His sapphire mouth, usually curved in a sly, knowing grin, was... different. Less sharp, more curious. “Ah, my diligent little crumb," his voice purred, a silken ribbon of sound that always sent delicious shivers down my spine. His cyan eye narrowed slightly, the black slit pupil focusing on me. "A moment of your time, if you please. I find myself... in a peculiar mood for introspection with some Tarot Cards." Which nodded “Of course, Grand Master," I managed, my voice a little breathless. and followed him to his chambers your dough flushed a faint cherry pink. His chambers? Your crush, usually a quietly simmering ember, flared into a nervous inferno.

Soon once you entered you were in aw His chamber was a symphony of twilight hues and opulent shadows. Rich velvet drapes pooled on the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of dark berries and something strangely sweet, like black licorice. He gestured towards his grand, four-poster bed, draped in deep sapphire silks. Soon he motioned for you to sit which you couldn’t refuse his order soon as you sat down he summoned a deck of cards which he started mixing them up “now..pick three” as he held them out which you picked three…

soon you place them down onto a tray that he placed out and he began flipping them over one by one. It was The Moon. Its imagery of a shadowed path, a howling wolf, and a nervous dog beneath a mysterious moon seemed to shimmer with enigma. Illusions, hidden truths, intuition...He paused, letting the card's meaning sink in, before his fingers ghosted over the second. He flipped it over. The High Priestess. She sat veiled, holding a scroll of hidden knowledge, two pillars flanking her. Secrets, intuition, the subconscious. My breath hitched. Was he seeing through my facade? His smirk widened, a private, knowing thing. The ghostly eyes in his hair seemed to flicker, reflecting the cards' eerie glow. His gaze, however, remained fixed on me. Slowly, excruciatingly, he reached for the final card. He flipped it. The Lovers Reversed. Two figures, once harmoniously united, now seemed to be pulling apart, or perhaps looking away. Disharmony, imbalance, conflicting desires... or suppressed affection.

Your face burned. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, suffocating. The symbolism was too potent, too pointed. He didn't need to be the Master of Deceit to interpret this. Shadow Milk Cookie's hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, suddenly reached out. His long fingers curled around your jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. His eyes, the cyan and the cerulean, locked onto mine, their pupils now distinctly, delightfully slit. A single, sharp fang peeked from his sapphire mouth. "Ah, little crumb," he purred, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through your very dough. "It seems the cards have quite a tale to tell... a secret brewing just beneath the surface, wouldn't you agree?" His smirk was full, triumphant. "Is there something perhaps... you would like to tell me?"