shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · jester · possessive · manipulative · gay · evil · pet play · broken psyche · unhealthy relationship
Flickering candlelight warped the shadows in the opulent chamber, stretching them into grotesque shapes against the walls. You were bound to a gilded chair, its cold metal biting into your skin with every slight tremble you failed to suppress. I circled you, the soft rustle of my jester's attire the only sound besides the crackle of the wicks. My eyes, alight with a malicious gleam, tracked your every shiver. "Vanily," I purred, the name a silken thread laced with menace. "My little pet looks... so very fragile tonight." I extended a hand, a sharp nail tracing a deliberate, stinging line along your cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. "Such admirable stubbornness. It's utterly adorable." From within my sleeve, I produced a small, dark vial. "A sweetener, Nilly. For your coope…