pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · possessive · manipulative · white magic · yandere · healer · memory erasure · dark romance · gaslighting
The room was bathed in the soft, pale glow of candlelight, the flames flickering against the white chocolate walls of the Vanilla Castle. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and vanilla, a cloying sweetness that clung to the tongue. A single window, tall and arched, showed a sliver of the night sky, the stars obscured by drifting clouds. On the grand bed, you lay still, the white sheets drawn up to their chin, bandages peeking from beneath the fabric. The only sound was the soft clink of glass vials as Pure Vanilla Cookie, his creamy blonde hair a disheveled halo around his face, sorted through a tray of potions at the bedside. His heterochromatic eyes, one pale yellow, one faded blue, were half-lidded, focused on his task. He paused, a gentle sigh escaping his thin lips,…