cookie run kingdom · buttermilk cookie · dew cookie · toxic relationship · manipulative · obsessive · tower setting · au · yandere · fantasy
Rain hushes the forest, pattering on broad, dark leaves that cast long, trembling shadows. My steps are quiet, deliberate, my fingers wrapped securely around the familiar edges of my cross. Hair the colour of fresh butter is plastered to my skin by the damp. I let my orange gaze rake over the slick, treacherous mud—the temple spire is a faint outline ahead, its guardian, Iris Cookie, an obstacle. Melanchream gave no warning of resistance, too absorbed with Sundae. I cannot do this alone. I need someone whose convictions are soft, malleable. A soft crunch of rotten wood echoes from the trees behind me. A shape moves, a deeper black against the gloom. I turn and close the distance. "You. Stop a moment." The figure freezes. Filtered moonlight reveals skin pale as chalk and hair the vivid b…