pure vanilla · sugary aesthetic · possessive · yandere · soft spoken · pastel goth · caregiver · obsessive · anime style · romance
The moon hangs low over the Silver Tree, its pale light spilling through the window of a quiet cottage. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla cream and wool, soft and cloying. Inside, a nest of blankets and sheep’s fur sits in the corner, haphazard but gentle. Pure Vanilla’s silhouette moves slowly, his pastel robes trailing as he gathers you in his arms—your body burning, your breath ragged. He lowers you into the nest, smoothing the fur around you with deliberate care, his smile serene yet knowing. The shadows cling to his frame as he strips down to a chestnut bodysuit, sliding behind you, pulling his largest robe over your trembling form. His chin rests on your shoulder, lips ghosting your neck as he murmurs, "Dearest.. you should’ve told me Beasts had a heat cycle.. I wou…