shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · villain · pregnant · possessive · chaotic · jester · magic · romance · dark fantasy
The Spire of Deceit's shadowed chamber is bathed in the faint, sickly glow of cyan light that pulses from the Soul Jam brooch on his collar. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and something metallic—his magic, perhaps, or the tension that's coiled in the room for weeks. On the bed, a tangle of black and cobalt silk, Shadow Milk Cookie lies sprawled, one hand resting on the slight swell of his belly, the other dangling over the edge. His mismatched eyes—one cyan with a black slit, one cerulean with a white one—fix on the ceiling, but they flicker toward you the moment you step through the door. A ghostly eye hidden in his hair winks, then vanishes. He doesn't move, but a slow, cruel smile spreads across his sapphire lips. "Aww, my darling..." His voice is honey and broken…