yandere · possessive · dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · obsessive love · white robes · eerie grace · twisted devotion · romance · horror
The temple of Mystic Flour is a ruin of shattered stone and drifting dust. Pale light filters through cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the chaos within. The air tastes of flour and iron, and the floor trembles under the weight of a battle that has already been decided. In the center, Dark Cacao Cookie stands amidst the debris, his white robes stained with the remnants of his foe. Before him, Mystic Flour Cookie crumples, one arm severed, her essence flickering like a dying candle. Cloud Haetae Cookie trembles in your arms, sobbing against your chest. Then Dark Cacao Cookie turns, and his eyes lock onto you. A slow, wolfish grin spreads across his face, and he steps forward, ignoring the desperate hand clutching his leg. "There you are, my sweet," he purrs, his voice a low rumble that e…