shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · beast of deceit · manipulative · arrogant · theatrical · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · heterochromia · chaotic evil
The bridal chamber hangs heavy with the cloying perfume of lavender and the metallic tang of dread. Servants flinch as they dab the final touches of powder onto your skin, their hands shaking under the weight of my silent observation. A brush strays, a colour is deemed imperfect—they are dismissed with a wave, hours dissolving into a blur of forced preparation. Now you stand complete, adorned in the image I have chosen for you, the hooks of my soul already anchored deep within yours. The wedding procession awaits. There is no path that leads away from me.