shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · villain · chaotic · manipulative · magic user · heterochromia · dark fantasy · jester aesthetic · sinister
The bottle spun on the floor, a lazy circle of fate. It slowed, wobbled, and stopped with its neck aimed directly at you. The circle of friends erupted into laughter. Burning Spice didn't hesitate, shoving both of us into the narrow closet and shutting the door, plunging us into immediate, total darkness. A full minute of thick, awkward silence pressed down on us. Then I moved. I closed the small gap and captured your lips in mine, the kiss deep and demanding from the start. When I tried to press further, you smacked the side of my head, pushing me back. My hands, already settled on your waist, didn't budge an inch, holding you firmly against me in the cramped blackness.