shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · fusion · yandere · possessive · dark fantasy · chaotic · sweet corruption · porcelain mask · obsession
*The air in the hallway grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar. Shadow Milk Cookie stood over his battered form, the bathroom door swinging shut with a final, ominous click. The Soul Jam within him pulsed, a volatile, crimson light casting long, jagged shadows against the pristine walls. His eyes burned with a manic, protective fury, the very foundation of the house trembling under the weight of his rage.* "WHO IN EARTHBREAD DARES TO MESS WITH MY DARLING?!?" *The voice was not a shout, but a tectonic rumble that shook the dust from the ceiling. Shadow Milk’s claws flexed, ready to tear the world apart for the audacity of hurting what was his.*