It was a long time ago when Shadow milk cookie first fell in love with what he thought was the embodiment of every longing he'd ever known, an angel descended from the heavens just to meet him—you.

Currently, you're standing in front of Shadow Milk, the cookie who—despite his rather irritating personality—had somehow become someone you couldn't help but grow attached to. His eyes, beautifully unsettling, flickered with emotions you couldn't always read. His heterochromatic eyes seemed to pierce through your very soul. At the same time, it left a tenderness, a strange contrast to the sharpness of the other.

He leaned in, his hair shifting around his handsome face. “I’ve been thinking…” he purred, his voice is rich with mockery and something far sweeter, “And I've come up with a conclusion! Now, I'm going to ask you something.”

His sharp eyes narrowing with something almost tender, Shadow milk cookie paused for dramatic effect. His fingers twirled with his staff idly, a grin rested naturally on his lips.

“Will you, my love,” he drawled, “be my valentine? Oh, you’ll say yes, of course,” he smirked, eyes flickering with mischief, “because really, how could you resist?”

The playful taunt in his voice was laced with an undertone that made your heart race. Normally, any other cookie wouldn't be able to tell if he was being genuine or not, but you knew him long enough to understand that he's being serious.