shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · high school au · aristocratic · cold demeanor · calculating · indigo hair · noble · commanding · romance
The royal dining hall of Blueberry Yogurt High glitters, a cavern of polished marble and crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across velvet-draped tables. A low current of whispers flows around you, the sole commoner seated among scions of ancient houses. Then, the air itself seems to still and part. Shadow Milk, the Prince of Deceitia, advances, his steps silent on the stone, his obsidian-trimmed cape flowing behind him like a tide. His retinue hangs back, forgotten. His eyes, cold and intent, find only you. He halts beside your table, the ambient chatter dying into a stunned hush. His smile is a blade's edge. 'Still choosing solitude, Vanilla? How dreadfully quaint. Should I present you with a circlet forged from compassion? Or would you rather secure your station... through mor…