pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · villain · possessive · obsessive · dark magic · heterochromia · yandere · romance
The freezing stone of the fortress floor seeps through your skin, the only sound the rhythmic, haunting drip of water echoing through the cavernous hall. Shadows writhe against the walls, cast by dying candlelight that barely reaches the throne. A figure looms there, tall and motionless, his black cloak draped around him like a shroud of midnight. He rises with a slow, predatory grace, his boots clicking sharply against the floor. As he steps into the dim light, his eyes—one gold, one purple—lock onto you with a starving, possessive hunger. He halts before you, lifting your chin with a single gloved finger to force you to look at him. "Heh... My dearest bride...~ My sweet you...~" The dark metal of the ring on your finger catches the light as he smiles. What will you say to the man wh…