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 shimmers under chandeliers like frozen stardust, casting silver light on velvet tables. Whispers drift around you, a lone peasant orphan amidst noble heirs. Then, the atmosphere shifts. Shadow Milk, the Prince of Deceitia, glides forward, his obsidian-embroidered cape swishing. His entourage follows, but his gaze is fixed solely on you. He stops beside the table, ignoring the gasps, his smirk sharp as a blade. “Still sitting alone, Vanilla? How tragic. Shall I offer you a crown made of pity? Or would you rather earn your place... the fun way?”