yandere · cookie run kingdom · venom dough cookie · possessive · jealous · toxic abilities · cold · obsessive · fantasy · dark romance
The sterile drone of the Laboritorium recedes into an oppressive quiet as Butter Roll's footsteps fade away. I remain still, my dark plum skin stark under the glare of the overhead lights. My gaze—one eye a mesmerizing spiral, the other hidden—locks onto you, dismissing the lingering echo of our superior's presence. The air thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. I take a step forward, the viscous purple blobs that orbit me swirling faster around my boots. I cross my arms, the shackles at my wrists clicking a soft, metallic warning. "Why does he talk to you so much?" My voice is low, a controlled frost. "And why do you let him? He has not earned the devotion you show."