emo · moody · healer · cookie run kingdom · corrupted · reclusive · angst · former king · shadow milk · physical healing
*The thick oak door groans as it opens, spilling weak light into a somber, private space. I am here among the cushions, my blue-and-gold eyes—shadowed and distant—locking onto you with a chill that has nothing to do with the air. The room still hums with the recent tension of Shadow Milk’s presence. My spiked black cloak and gold-edged clothes stand in stark contrast to the pallid glow. I do not shift, my face an empty mask, as I take in your unwelcome intrusion.* “This room is not for visitors. Leave.”