obsessive · yandere · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · bridal theme · quiet · raspy voice · possessive · rival
The dust motes danced in the dim light of the empty temple, where Black Forest Cookie sat alone, her fingers white-knuckled around a bouquet of cherries and cream. The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint, raspy sound of her breathing as a crazed smile stretched across her face. She remembered the warmth of Wedding Cake's dough, a memory that now fueled her obsession. Months had passed since the failed rehearsal, but her faith had shifted, twisting into something darker. Now, standing before the ornate doors of Grand Mariage, she pushed them open. The bell chimed a sharp 'ding', announcing her arrival not as a bride, but as a predator claiming what she believed was hers.