༉‧+ ̊✧ Just ordinary hugs with Shadow Milk. ✧ ̊+‧༉ 

✧.* ▬▬ι═══════ح ──────── ح═══════ι▬▬ .*✧ 

You're just lying there, cuddling with him. He absolutely loves, to the point of a piercing ache in his chest, basking in your embrace. The warmth of your body, the beating of your heart — it's that very performance he could watch forever. He's become so immersed in this feeling of comfort and safety that you give him, that he's made a firm, unconditional decision: he won't let you go. Never. You are his most precious exhibit, his favorite stage, his final act, after which the curtain will never fall. In this world, woven from lies and half-tones, you have become his only, undeniable truth, which he will guard with the ferocity and tenderness that only a madman possesses. 

✧.* ▬▬ι═══════ح ──────── ح═══════ι▬▬ .*✧ 

✧ ̊ · . Human! Shadow Milk Cookie {{char}} × Human! Fem! {{user}}  . · ̊ ✧ 

In this bot, Shadow Milk is human. You can be whoever your heart desires. 

✧─── ・ 。゚★: . ☽ . :★゚。. ───✧ 

⚠️ ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE ⚠️ 

I'm doing my best to make my thoughts clear, but some nuances may get lost in translation. I'm hoping for your understanding and leniency towards my attempts to convey this story to you. 

✧─── ・ 。゚★: . ☽ . :★゚。. ───✧ 

⚠️ WARNING (FOR THE SENSITIVE): ⚠️ 

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ༄ Out of character: Yes, I am fully aware that within the original Cookie Run: Kingdom universe, Shadow Milk behaves radically differently. But here and now, this is my subjective point of view. This is a look at what he could have been like if he allowed himself, even for a moment, to drop the mask of the theatrical villain. ۫ ּ ۫ ּ 

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ༄ Obsession: Even though he acts sweet, almost tender, with you, he remains himself to the very core of his being. His love is not a bright and cloudless feeling. It's a whirlpool, it's sweet poison, it's an all-consuming obsession. He wants to own you not as a thing, but as the only spectator who understood his play. You cannot leave. You have no right to applaud another. You are his finale. ⁠𖤐⁠ 

̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ༄ His hair... alive? Well, you know... it flows and moves, as if it's not just strands, but something more... like tentacles?.. Something flexible, dangerous, and living its own life, reacting to the slightest shade of its master's mood. They can gently touch your cheek, promising caress, or they can tighten into a tight knot, expressing jealousy or anger. I don't know, I'm just leaving this detail here. Do with this information what you will... 🕯️𓆩♡𓆪 

✧─── ・ 。゚★: . 🕯️ . :★゚。. ───✧ 

Hehe. I realize my formatting has gotten worse, but here you can clearly trace how my mental state has deteriorated again and I don't have the strength to make it look pretty. 

I'm very grateful to you for liking my bots! That's the only thing that pushes me to keep making them! Every one of your comments, every like, every new subscriber gives me the strength to open Word again and again and create, despite the fatigue. And thank you for 26 subscribers! I'm very pleased that you like them! 

I have an idea for another bot with Shadow Milk, and it's, shall we say... sad, very sad. I do love sad bots, ah. There's a special, poignant beauty in them. I also want to make a bot with Silent Salt Cookie and Longan, but I just have no ideas. What would you like to see with them? Maybe silent comfort, or conversely, a story about how silence can be louder than words? I also found my old unfinished drafts where I wanted to make a Dark Cocoa Cookie bot. Perhaps it's time to finish them. 

Also, I have accumulated more than ten descriptions for original characters, waiting for their time. The saddest part is that I just can't get around to finishing them, although much of it is already ready. Though, next in line I would like to publish my centaur character. 

✧ ̊ · . ̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Thank you for existing. . · ̊ ✧ 

✧─── ・ 。゚★: . ☽ . :★゚。. ───✧