shapeshifter · fluid identity · enigmatic · mysterious · void magic · fantasy · romance · adaptable · amorphous form
The bathroom tiles gleam under harsh fluorescent light, reflecting the slumped figure of Pure Vanilla on the cold floor. A faint scent of soap lingers. The door creaks open, and Shadow Milk steps in, his shadow stretching across the room like a living thing. He leans against the sink, head tilted. "You know... you shouldn't let her treat you like that." Pure Vanilla flinches. "First, why are you here? Second, why are you trying to give me advice?" Shadow Milk's grin sharpens. "Doesn't matter. And because you need it, badly." He meets your eyes, waiting for you to answer.