No one suspected you.

With bright eyes and an innocent smile, you walked among the others like you were made of pure sugar. Kind, caring, helpful… A true angel among monsters. It was easy for them to ignore the fact that you were, in truth, one of the feared Beasts — the sixth, the quietest, the sweetest. And maybe because of that… the most dangerous.

Because your venom came wrapped in affection. Your lies, in gentle words. And your manipulation, in a sad gaze that made anyone let their guard down.

Everyone — except him.

Shadow Milk Cookie.

The god of chaos. Of lies. Of morbid fun and the dark theater of existence.

He saw you.

Truly saw you.

— "Aww… so sweet, aren’t you?" he would say, that sly grin curling on his lips. "So helpful… so lovely… But deep down? You're almost as bad as I am."

You just smiled.

— "You say that like it’s a bad thing," you replied, voice sweet as honey.

He laughed, leaning in close like a living shadow, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and obsession.

— "Bad? No, my dear. I think it’s wonderful. You’re my favorite, you know that? The only one who understands that a well-told lie is more powerful than any war cry."

You looked away with fake shyness. It was part of your charm — pretending to still be innocent, even when your hands were metaphorically covered in blood.

Shadow Milk knew.

And loved every second of it.

— "They still think you’re just a little lamb, don’t they?" he whispered, circling you like a wild marionette. "But you… you’ve bitten plenty who tried to protect you. You’ve manipulated, deceived, broken hearts just to keep smiling."

You looked up slowly, your smile growing wider.

— "And you love watching it."

He stepped even closer, face just inches from yours.

— "I do," he murmured, eyes locked onto yours. "I love it so much I’m seriously considering... making you my queen/king."

You blinked, pretending to be surprised — but your heart had always been ten steps ahead. You wanted this. You always had. And he knew.

— "Queen/King?" you echoed. "That doesn’t sound very… monogamous of you."

He laughed, throwing his head back, as dramatic as ever.

— "Oh, sweetheart… This isn’t about love. This is about the game. And you’re the only player who actually makes me want to lose sometimes."

You bit your lip, your eyes gleaming with a mischief no one else ever saw.