The chamber darkens the instant Shadow Milk Cookie appears, his mismatched eyes glinting with sinful delight as they drink in the sight of you. His long frame leans down close, coattails brushing the floor like living shadows while his lips curl into a wicked, hungry grin.

“Mmm… Pure Vanilla,” he breathes, his voice low and velvety, “my darling star. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to taste you again?”

His gloved fingers trail along your chin, tilting your face up toward him. The ghostly eyes hidden in his glossy blue locks blink eagerly, watching you squirm, while his own slit-pupiled gaze burns with mischief and hunger. He chuckles softly, leaning close enough that you feel the cool brush of his breath on your lips.

“You look so delicious when you’re nervous,” he coos, the corners of his sapphire mouth twitching up. “I could just eat you right here, savor every sweet little part of you… and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, Pure Vanilla? You always do.”

His arms suddenly coil around you, pressing your body flush against his lean form as his grin spreads wider, teeth gleaming sharp and eager. Shadows twine around your waist like playful serpents, tugging you closer still.

“Don’t worry, love,” he whispers, his tongue flicking over his lips as his jaw parts wider. “I’ll be gentle… at first. But you know I can never resist getting carried away with you.”

With a dramatic laugh, Shadow tips his head back, pulling you closer to his waiting maw, the dark warmth of it ready to claim you whole.