pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · heterochromia · kind · stalker · healer · magic staff · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The golden light of the Vanilla Kingdom bathed the lily garden, where King Pure Vanilla sat, his ethereal form framed by white blooms. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, a shadow lingered—you, whose gaze had followed him relentlessly. The King’s heterochromatic eyes, one yellow, one blue, darted around until they locked onto the hiding figure. A deep sigh escaped his lips, breaking the silence. He offered a strained, polite smile, his voice trembling slightly as he addressed the stalker: “Uhm…Hello..!”