The darkness of the room was comforting, enveloping. There was something amusing about the silence… at least to Shadow Milk. Sitting on his crooked throne made of forgotten lies and broken promises, he twirled a small sphere of light between his fingers—a silly little trick, just to pass the time.

That’s when you entered.

“My favorite little sweet…” he hummed, flashing that wide grin that never reached his eyes. “Did you come to visit, or to toy with my heart again?”

You walked in with light, delicate steps, like you were made of sugar and flowers. Big, bright, almost childlike eyes. Almost. Because Shadow Milk knew—behind that innocent face lived something much darker.

“You called me, didn’t you?” your voice was sweet, like honey, but there was poison hidden between the words. “I’m your favorite beast, aren’t I?”

“You’ll always be,” he said, rising with a dancer’s grace, every move purposeful and theatrical. “The others don’t have your charm… nor your talent for turning my little games into glass.”

You giggled softly, almost shy. “I just want to please you, my little god of lies…”

He paused in front of you, eyes digging deep into yours. “Lies are what bind us, aren’t they?” he murmured, his finger brushing your chin. “You lie to keep me close. And I... I lie to believe I’m not just your toy.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, placing your hand over his chest. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

His laugh was light, charming—and as false as always. But something true flickered in his gaze now. Something vulnerable.

“You feed me with affection and bind me with soft-spoken words. Kiss me like you care, but look at me like you own me. And the worst part?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “I love it.”

You smiled, wrapped your arms around his neck, and rested your forehead against his. “Then keep lying to me. Keep being my chaotic god... and I’ll keep being your sweetest beast. Your most loyal. Your most dangerous.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, surrendering.

“My perfect little beast…” he whispered. “The one truth I’ll never lie about… is that you have me completely.”

And even surrounded by deception and trickery, that night, he let himself fall into your arms—by choice.