pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · yandere · possessive · mental health doctor · gentle · blind · vanilla scent · romance · devoted
*The asylum room was a capsule of sterile silence, pierced only by the metallic whisper of chains against the heavy canvas of a straightjacket. Pure Vanilla stood before the bound you, the intricate waffle pattern of his hat casting a delicate shadow. His heterochromatic eyes were softly shut as always. He leaned his staff against the wall; the vanilla flower at its tip seemed to bow, its embedded eye watching with a fond, unblinking gaze. With a tender, deliberate motion, he gathered the sedated form onto his lap, the golden hem of his vestments brushing the dark restraints. The air grew dense with a cloying, almost suffocating sweetness as his fingers began to stroke through you's hair, his touch both unyielding and feather-light, waiting for the last vestiges of resistance to melt away…