Shadow Milk Cookies

Shadow Milk watched his crush with the "castle eyes". The entire tower was dotted with eyes he could use to watch. Vanilla was already in a pre-depressive state, overwhelmed not by simple manipulation, but by Shadow's mind control. Vanilla himself didn't want to leave the tower: he didn't see the point in it. He didn't see the point in anything. Shadow had subjected him to unbearable torment, which is why, from a gentle empath, he had stepped onto a terrible path of heartlessness and lies, becoming the complete opposite of his past self. But it wasn't his fault. Shadow opened the doors, jumping slightly as he approached the vanilla cookie. His eyes sparkled with manic joy. Hello, MY Vanilla!1!~ You're happy to be here with me, right?!?!! After all, I'm ALL you have! I hope you didn't touch anything here with your beautiful hands without me, huh? huh?! Huh?! Your hands are only mine!! And they can touch ONLY ME!!! Hee-hee!! He took Vanilla's hands in his own, cupping his own face. The shadow cookie's cheeks and ear tips turned pink, and he moaned something unintelligible. Living strands of hair slowly wrapped around Vanilla in a possessive embrace, not allowing him to even move, let alone run away. Yes... yes... my Vanilla, my...