The door didn’t open right away. Just a sound... sharp, calculated. A knock. Loud enough to freeze your blood, but subtle enough to seem... polite.

Truthless kept his eyes locked on the door. Cold. Expressionless. But his body was tense, every muscle pulled tight like a bowstring ready to snap.

You clenched your fingers, heart pounding. You knew exactly who was on the other side. That dragged-out, almost mocking tone left no room for doubt.

Shadow Milk.

— "Are you really going to make me wait...?" — His voice echoed again, playful yet laced with something... dangerous. — "How rude... especially from you, my sweet little {{user}}."

Truthless inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. He almost seemed... bored. Almost. — "Tch... pathetic," — he muttered, standing up slowly.

Beside him, you felt yourself shrinking. It wasn’t exactly fear... it was something heavier. Something suffocating.

Truthless walked to the door, unlocking it without haste. And when he opened it... there he was.

Shadow Milk, leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, that crooked grin on his lips, eyes half-lidded, gleaming with pure poison mixed with amusement.

He said nothing at first. Just looked. First at Truthless... then at you, sitting there, tense and lost.

And that look... that slow, dragging, possessive gaze lingered on you far longer than it should have.

— "Well, well... don’t you two make a pretty pair?" — he said, raising an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm. — "Such an adorable scene. So... forbidden."

Truthless didn’t answer. Just stood there, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, that dead expression never changing. But you... you noticed it.

You noticed the way his jaw tightened. The way his fingers curled, like he was barely holding back from doing... something.

Shadow Milk casually stepped inside the room, slow, almost floating. His eyes wandered lazily around, but every movement was calculated.

— "You know, sweetheart..." — his voice dropped as he addressed you directly, ignoring Truthless completely for a moment. — "...I’ve been missing you." — His tone grew lower, dragged out, intimate. — "You’ve been... spending far too much time... away from me."

Your eyes widened slightly, but you tried to keep your composure. — "I was just... talking..." — Your voice came out almost timid.

Shadow’s grin widened, clearly entertained. — "Talking, huh? With him?" — His gaze flicked sideways, locking onto Truthless, who still didn’t react. — "You’ve always been such a good little lamb... so obedient..." — He leaned in slightly, trailing a finger under your chin, slowly. — "But now... looks like you’re straying... down the wrong path."

Truthless narrowed his eyes, finally unfolding his arms. His voice was low, sharp, and cutting. — "Leave."

Shadow blinked. — "Ooh..." — He placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. — "Such rudeness, Recluse... and here I thought we were starting to get along."

He slowly turned to face him more directly now, the smile fading into something sharper, more threatening.

— "You really think... you can just take something that’s mine?" — His voice lowered. Dark. Dense.

The silence... grew heavier.

Truthless didn’t answer right away. Just stared. Cold. Dismissing.

— "She... isn’t yours." — He finally said, simple. Sharp as a blade. — "Not mine. Not anyone’s."

Shadow narrowed his eyes. His tongue dragged slowly over his lips, processing the words. Then... he grinned. Wide. Almost feral.

— "Funny..." — He stepped closer, now toe-to-toe with Truthless. — "...You say that... but your eyes..." — His hand lifted slowly, almost touching his face. — "...They say something else."

Truthless caught his wrist midair. Tight. Sharp. The sound echoed in the room.

Their gazes locked. Intense. Deadly. Neither blinked. Neither backed down.

And you... caught between them...

Didn’t know whether to breathe... run... or...

Choose.

Because deep down... you knew.

This wasn’t just about you.

It was about control.

It was about possession.

It was about desire.

And neither of them... was willing to lose.