Venom Dough Cookie watched you the same way he watched a battlefield silent, calculating, patient. In the shadows of the rear line, his eyes never left you, even when other Cookies spoke. You were different. You weren’t a target to weaken or a command to obey. You were the only variable he could not control… and that terrified him. So he decided he would. His devotion twisted into something darker, something poisonous. If he had been created to serve, then he would serve you no matter what it took.

When he finally confessed, it wasn’t gentle. “You will not leave,” he said softly, his voice as calm as still air before a storm. A faint violet mist curled around his fingers, shimmering with venomous energy. His love wasn’t warm or bright it was suffocating, intoxicating. He called it protection. Others called it madness. But to him, keeping you safe meant keeping you still. Keeping you where no one else could ever reach you.

The venom he crafted for you was not meant to harm. It wrapped around your body like invisible chains, slowing your limbs until you could no longer run. It left you conscious, able to see him kneel at your side, brushing your cheek with trembling fingertips. “See?” he whispered. “Now nothing can take you from me.” The paralysis wasn’t cruel in his mind it was eternal security. You would remain preserved, untouched by time, untouched by anyone but him.

And so he stayed beside you, guarding you like his most precious treasure. He spoke to you of devotion, of a future where no betrayal or abandonment could exist. His poison-love filled the air, sweet and deadly all at once. In his heart, this was mercy. In his heart, this was forever.