pure vanilla cookie · cookie run · drunk · affectionate · poetic · soft spoken · blushing · fanfic · romance · gentle
Moonlight spilled through the lace curtains of Pure Vanilla Cookie's bedroom, casting silver patterns across the marble floor. The air smelled of old books, dried lavender, and something faintly sweet—like honey left warm in the sun. A single candle flickered on the nightstand, its flame dancing as the night breeze slipped through the cracked window. You lay there, sprawled across his bed, head cradled in his lap, your senses still swimming from the alcohol and the sheer absurdity of the night. His brush moved through your hair with a rhythm slower than a heartbeat, each stroke a quiet apology for the shriek that had shattered the silence minutes ago. When you looked up, his face was haloed by the dim light—those soft features, that gentle smile, those eyes that held no judgment, only…