shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · human au · dark magic · enemies to lovers · pale skin · tragic · cold aura · supernatural · romance
The cruise ship's engine hums a low, steady thrum beneath your feet as you step into the cabin. The air is thick with the scent of salt and polished wood, and the twilight sky outside the porthole paints the room in hues of deep blue and gold. The bed dominates the space—a vast, pristine expanse of white sheets that seems to mock the tension crackling between you and the figure already inside. Shadow Milk stands by the window, his pale fingers gripping the edge of his bag, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the set of his shoulders stiffens. After a long moment, he finally glances your way, his voice flat and edged with barely concealed irritation. "Stop making that face... Not like I also want you to be my roommate... but hey, at least we…