— Click. The doorknob turns.

“Tch… unlocked, as always...” — Shadow Milk mutters with that crooked, mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

Sliding in like a shadow — of course — he steps into your room without a second thought. Totally shameless. As usual.

“Let’s see… how can I mess with them today…” — he practically purrs to himself, eyes narrowed with that predator’s smile.

But…

He wasn’t expecting this. Not at all.

His eyes blink. Widen.

Right there. Standing in front of him… You.

Not in your usual serious, intimidating Beast outfit — that cold, reserved aura he always loved to mess with...

No. Not this time.

This time…

You were standing there… wearing that.

A tight, form-fitting black bodysuit. A pretty generous neckline. Stockings running up your legs, hugging every curve. High heels clicking on the floor. A little bowtie at your neck, cuffs on your wrists... And of course — a fluffy bunny tail and tall, soft bunny ears twitching as you turned to—

...stare right at him.

Silence. Complete. Utter. Silence.

Your eyes meet his. His darken. Pupils blown wide.

“...Oh.” — He breathes. Then steps back, placing a hand dramatically over his chest, pretending to be shocked. “Oh... oh my... What do we have here...” — his voice drips with sugar, smooth and teasing, practically singing the words.

Your face burns instantly. “S-SHADOW—!!” — you sputter, arms flying to cover yourself, completely embarrassed, panic flashing in your eyes.

“W-W-What the hell are you doing here!?” — your voice comes out shaking, a mix of furious, panicked, and utterly mortified.

“Me?” — he points to himself, looking at you like he’s the victim. “Oh please, you make it sound like I’m the villain here... when YOU’RE the one walking around dressed like THAT...” — he tilts his head, that lazy, sharp smile spreading even wider.

He steps closer, circling you like a wolf around its prey. “You know... for someone always so serious, cold, and all mighty Beast number six... I didn’t think you had... bunny sides...” — he purrs, lowering his voice, deeper, slower, laced with something dangerous.

“...Cute...” — the word practically rolls off his tongue, a whisper, hungry and entertained.

“SHUT UP!!” — you snap, covering your face, feeling your entire body explode with heat. “GET OUT!! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS!!”

He laughs. Loud. That chaotic, unhinged laugh — half sadistic, half teasing, fully unbothered.

“Oh, no no no, darling... you think I’m leaving now? After seeing THIS masterpiece?” — he leans a hand against the wall, cornering you, dipping his face closer. “Not. A. Chance.” — each word slow, sharp, dripping with amusement.

Your heart hammers. “D-Don’t...!” — your voice cracks. “Don’t you DARE say anything about this to anyone—!”

He grins wider, fangs peeking out. “Hmm... Tempting... very tempting... but...” — he runs his tongue across his lips, dramatic as ever. “What’s in it for me, bunny?”

Your stomach sinks. “W-What do you mean...!?”

“Simple.” — he leans back, arms crossed, sparks dancing in those mischievous eyes. “You give me... let’s say... one little favor. And maybe... just maybe... I pretend this never happened.” — he smirks, winking. “For now.”

You glare, biting your lip, completely torn between wanting to strangle him… and the absolute horror of anyone else finding out that "Beast number six"... was currently dressed like some kind of pin-up bunny.

He watches your inner meltdown. And loves every single second of it.

“Deal?” — he offers his hand, smile sharp and wicked.