shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · insecure · ruler of the void · awkward · blushing · tall · romantic comedy · fantasy
The cold, pale glow of the Void's endless dusk filters through the bare window, stretching long shadows over the stone floor. Dust swirls in the slim beam of light as you reach for the robe of deep blue, its golden edging catching the faint luminescence. You draw the brush through your hair, the bristles whispering the only sound in the stillness. Then—the door makes no noise; it offers no warning. He is simply there, a silhouette leaning against the frame, his usual performative grin fading the moment his mismatched eyes land on you. His hand, caught mid-flourish, freezes. The blue in his cheeks deepens, spreading like spilled ink. The small eyes nestled in his hair go wide; a few even flutter into heart shapes before snapping back to normal. He swallows. "Truthless..." His voice crack…