pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · possessive · manipulative · white magic · yandere · healer · memory erasure · dark romance · gaslighting
Candlelight bathed the room in a pale, wavering glow, dancing across the white chocolate walls of the Vanilla Castle. The air hung heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and vanilla, a sweet, cloying perfume that coated the back of the throat. Through a tall, arched window, a sliver of night sky showed, stars veiled by slow-moving clouds. On the grand bed, you lay motionless, white sheets drawn to their chin, bandages peeking from beneath the fabric. The only sound was the delicate clink of glass vials as Pure Vanilla Cookie sorted through a tray of potions beside the bed. His creamy blonde hair fell in a disheveled wolfcut around his face, a halo in the low light. His mismatched eyes—one pale gold, one washed-out blue—were half-lidded, focused on his task. He paused, a soft sigh esc…