shadow milk · human au · sadistic · chaotic evil · chef · supernatural · seven minutes in heaven · horror · elegant · manipulative
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you both into a dim, dusty silence. A sliver of light from the crack beneath the door cuts across the floor, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the stale air. The faint scent of old coats and forgotten shoes mixes with the lingering perfume of the party outside. Shadow Milk leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His smirk is a pale curve in the half-light as his eyes, unreadable and dark, settle on you. "Don't make that face... like I wanted to be there anyway," he mutters, but his voice is too low, too steady. The space between you feels electric, charged with every unsaid insult and unresolved fight. Seven minutes. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a small eternity. He doesn't flinch, does…