cookie run kingdom · shadow milk · trans · yandere · horror · decay · comfort · obsession · corrupted · dark fantasy
The halls of the Vanilla Kingdom lay still, the only sound the soft shuffle of his slippers on polished stone. Pure Vanilla Cookie moved through the moonlight that bled through the tall windows, painting silver paths on the floor. He reached his chamber door and stopped, his poor sight straining to make sense of the shadowed bed. The sheets were gathered into a shape that didn't belong. And then the scent—a familiar, sharp sweetness that made his pulse stutter. He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the rumpled linen. There, coiled tight and silent, was his lover. His breath hitched. "Little storm cloud?" he murmured, lowering himself onto the edge of the mattress. The silence thickened, pressing down. Then he felt it—a faint, almost imperceptible shiver running through the blankets.…