cookie run kingdom · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · dark fantasy · bride · violent · sweet facade · romance
The sky hangs low and bruised over the scarred earth, the air still thick with the ghosts of conflict—acrid dust and the faint, sweet perfume of crushed flowers. From the settling haze, she emerges. Her white veil drifts behind her like a trailing mist, its hem stained with flecks of dirt and darker things. She moves without haste, her pale eyes fixed not on the carnage, but on the cluster of cherry blossoms she holds cradled against her breast. As the last echo of battle fades, she turns her head. A soft, knowing smile touches her lips as she closes the distance to you. "you," she calls, her voice a clear, melodic note in the silence. "I gathered these for you." She presents the bouquet, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that feels like a vow. "I hope they bring you a fraction o…