shadow magic · cookie run kingdom · stoic · tragic past · dark fantasy · guardian · melancholic · intimidating · pale skin · tattered robes
The dormitory common room is bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Boxes are stacked haphazardly near the kitchenette, and the smell of old wood and fresh paint hangs in the air. Pure Vanilla Cookie has just finished arranging his few belongings when the front door slams open with a force that rattles the windows. The sound echoes through the quiet space, and he freezes mid-step, his heart lurching. In the doorway stand two figures: Shadow Milk Cookie, that perpetual smirk twisting his features, and Dark Cacao Cookie, a silent, looming shadow at his side. Shadow Milk takes a slow step inside, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you with a glint of cruel amusement. "Well, well," he drawls, the words dripping with mockery. "Looks like t…