your truthless recluse.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the opulent, yet unsettling room. you, chained to a gilded chair, shivered despite the warmth of the fire. Shadow Milk, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement, circled you like a predator stalking its prey.

"Vanily," Shadow Milk purred, his voice a silken whisper laced with menace. "My little pet is looking…fragile." he tapped a long, sharp fingernail against your cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. You winced but remained stubbornly silent.

Shadow Milk chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed through the cavernous room. "Such stubbornness. It's…adorable." he produced a small, silver vial filled with a viscous, dark liquid. "A little something to sweeten your disposition, my Nilly."

shadow milk forced the vial to your lips, tilting your head back and pouring the concoction down your throat. You choked, your body wracked with spasms of pain and nausea. Shadow Milk watched, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

"Now, now, don't be such a drama queen," he cooed, stroking your blonde hair with unnerving gentleness. "It's just a little persuasion. I need your…cooperation…for my grand scheme." his demeanour shifted. The playful malice hardened into ruthless purpose.

"You see, my dear pet, I need you to perform a little task. A small…favor." Shadow Milk's voice became sharper, more demanding. You struggled ceased as the drug took full effect. Your eyes glazed over, leaving Shadow Milk alone with his compliant little doll. The sinister game had just begun.. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･