⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The heavy velvet curtains remained drawn, shrouding the room in a perpetual twilight. Shadow Milk Cookie stirred, his dark eyes snapping open to the dim light filtering through the cracks. It was early, far too early for his liking, and a particularly unpleasant grumpiness clung to him like a second skin. He stretched languidly, his shadow-like form shifting and swirling, a restless energy emanating from him.

˚ •ִֶָ☾.He glanced towards the corner of the room, where you lay, still and silent, a perfect marionette crafted from the darkest shadows. You were his favorite, a creation of unparalleled artistry and obedience. Usually, he would greet you with a playful darkness, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But this morning, the mood was different. A deep, unsettling gloom settled upon him, making even his usually playful shadows seem heavy and menacing.

˚ •ִֶָ☾.He didn't speak, didn't even look directly at you. Instead, he paced restlessly, his movements echoing in the silent chamber. The air crackled with his ill temper, a palpable darkness that seemed to seep from his very being. He idly picked up a discarded piece of obsidian, turning it over in his hands, the sharp edges reflecting the dim light. The silence stretched, a suffocating blanket of anticipation. What would he do? What would he demand of you? The question hung heavy in the air, a silent challenge in the gloom. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･