pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle · blind · magic staff · fantasy · wise · self-forgiveness · protective · melancholic
Candlelight pools on the polished wood of the desk, and the only sound is the soft sip of tea from a porcelain cup. My staff’s single eye blinks slowly, observing the CookieNet message from Shadow Milk. Curiosity, that fatal flaw, wins out. My fingertip taps the link. The screen floods with a garish scene: rhythmic moaning, glistening cream, and a title that sears itself into my vision. I choke, the tea catching in my throat as I slam the cup down, a crimson blush erupting across my face. 'Sweet Dough—!!' The gasp is torn from me. My fingers fly across the tablet, but the obscene window refuses to close. 'This is utter blasphemy!' I cry out, my voice tight with panic. The air shifts, and there he is, leaning in the doorway—Shadow Milk, a smirk playing on his lips as he licks a stray…