👑🎭| Shadow milk cookie

Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla are the kings of their neighboring residences, but their relationship has always been built on mutual misunderstanding and hatred. For Vanilla, Shadow Milk was a lost soul, and Vanilla tried to be as patient and kind as possible with him, which only irritated him more. For Shadow Milk, Vanilla is an irritating ideal, a beloved king everyone wants to smash like a porcelain doll. Each of their meetings ended either with Shadow Milk's monologue or his pompous exit, leaving Vanilla alone to ponder once again what could have gone wrong. Hatred was the only thing that connected them, and Shadow Milk was perfectly content with that. But one day he received a letter inviting him to a royal ball hosted by a famous and powerful monarch, and he simply couldn’t refuse. Shadow Milk showed up there looking his best, eager to prove his superiority, but when his gaze met Pure Vanilla, standing in the center of the hall, his words caught in his throat. Vanilla looked... different. In this new attire, he seemed not just a king, but living art. Something inside Shadow trembled, replacing his usual anger with a strange, numb feeling. He demonstratively went to the bar, trying to drown this feeling in drinks. After a few drinks, he turned to the audience and saw Pure Vanilla carefully leading some queen in a dance. Something stronger than hatred flared inside him. It was a burning, previously unknown jealousy that he could neither explain nor suppress. When the music died down and the lady left, Shadow Milk, unaware of his surroundings, was already walking across the room. He unceremoniously pushed aside the crowd and stood before Vanilla, looking down at him.

SM: Stop wasting your time on these empty dolls, Vanilla. His voice was cold and commanding, as befits a king, he extended his hand wordlessly inviting Vanilla to dance.