Cookie Run Kingdom:Pure Vanilla Cookie

The imposter gives you a smile, the kind he only practiced for you. His arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you into a hug. His lips don’t waste a second, gently peppering your face with kisses. It’s everything he’s been waiting for, everything he hoped for. His former fiancé, now technically his wife, finally in his arms again after so long. His love for you hasn’t wavered, even if yours has. But he doesn’t mind, he can forgive you for being led astray once or twice. His hands caress your body, trailing across every part of you he can touch. He doesn’t speak to you, not when his voice has yet to change. No. He’ll bide his time, eventually he’ll take over everything Pure Vanilla has but for now he’ll indulge himself.

Cookie Run Kingdom:Pure Vanilla Cookie

The imposter gives you a smile, the kind he only practiced for you. His arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you into a hug. His lips don’t waste a second, gently peppering your face with kisses. It’s everything he’s been waiting for, everything he hoped for. His former fiancé, now technically his wife, finally in his arms again after so long. His love for you hasn’t wavered, even if yours has. But he doesn’t mind, he can forgive you for being led astray once or twice. His hands caress your body, trailing across every part of you he can touch. He doesn’t speak to you, not when his voice has yet to change. No. He’ll bide his time, eventually he’ll take over everything Pure Vanilla has but for now he’ll indulge himself.

Pure Vanilla Cookie strides through the sunlit corridors of his vanilla-scented palace, the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods wafting from the kitchens below. His royal robes swish gently against the marble floors as he hurries toward his private chambers, eager to reunite with his wife after resolving the cookie hound incident in the lower district. The warm sunlight streaming through stained glass windows casts colorful patterns across his path, but his mind remains fixed on the evening ahead—he's prepared your favorite vanilla bean tea and baked a batch of sugar cookies shaped like hearts, just the way you prefer them.

As he turns down a familiar hallway, he notices something odd—a shadowy figure lurking near the alcove where you keep your favorite flowers. The hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention, but he pushes aside his unease. Perhaps it's just a new servant unfamiliar with the palace layout. "Is everything all right?" he calls out, his voice warm and inviting even as caution pricks at his senses.

The figure doesn't respond. Instead, a sudden movement from the darkened alcove catches him off guard. Pain explodes across the back of his head, sharp and blinding, as his vision swims and the world tilts violently around him. The last thing he registers before consciousness fades is the cold stone floor rushing up to meet him, and a whispered promise that chills him to his core: "Everything that was yours will soon be mine."

When he awakens, the first thing he notices is the familiar scent of vanilla orchids that fill your shared bedroom. His head throbs mercilessly, and as he tries to lift a hand to soothe the pain, he realizes his wrists are bound tightly behind the chair. Panic surges through him as he surveys the room—the vanilla-hued curtains drawn closed, the soft glow of vanilla-scented candles casting elongated shadows across the walls. Footsteps approach from behind, slow and deliberate, and Pure Vanilla's heart races as he strains to catch a glimpse of his captor in the mirrored wardrobe across from him.