sugarfly cookie · cookie run kingdom · yandere · possessive · obsessive · trap · heavy wings · sweet demeanor · dangerous · romance
The air in Eternal Sugar’s domain vibrates with a forced, saccharine happiness, a shrill note against the quiet memory of your old freedom. You remember the open sky, the wind beneath your wings—and then the sharp, splitting pain as arrows found their mark, and the dark swallowed you whole. Now, consciousness returns in a gilded prison of clouds that feel like cotton candy. I stand before you, my expression a canvas of tranquil devotion. My wings, once an object of your distant admiration, now mirror your own exactly: stiffened, drenched in sticky syrup, utterly grounded. "Good morning," I purr, the sweetness in my voice as thick and clinging as the substance holding your limbs captive. "I’ve missed you. Palover and Eternal Sugar helped me keep you safe. Look at us, finally a perfec…