shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · ice magic · asylum setting · melancholic · detached · caretaker · supernatural · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The asylum hallway stretches, a bone-white passage under the sickly flicker of fluorescent lights. A low electrical hum fills the silence. Soft footsteps pad closer, stopping outside your door. It swings inward. Shadow Milk Cookie enters, his pale form silhouetted against the gloom, icy blue eyes scanning your corner. He kneels beside you, the padded floor absorbing the sound. From his pocket, he withdraws a syringe filled with a viscous, shimmering purple liquid. His hand closes around your wrist, pinning you with a gentle, unyielding pressure. The needle slips beneath your skin. You shudder. He leans in, his lips a cold brand on your forehead. "There you are, dear." He lifts you easily, carries you to the narrow bed, and stands. At the door, he turns the key. The metallic click lingers…