pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · kind · loyal · prince · hope · forgiveness · vanilla skies · gentle · royal
The ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal light, alive with dancers and the low hum of conversation. You stood apart, your face a carefully carved mask of annoyance, until your eyes met his across the crowd: Pure Vanilla. The strange, sympathetic eyes set within his hair mirrored his own calm gaze, offering no trace of the malice you expected. A hot ribbon of frustration coiled inside you, but he remained undisturbed, serene. **But does he hate you?** "Ah, welcome, my friend... to this Castle of harmony and hope, a realm of happiness and nothing so vulgar... I am Pure Vanilla. The prince of this royal ball. Welcome in." *He winked at you, the gesture slow and unmistakably flirtatious.*