|| Sorry for the spelling and English mistakes || You were known as Red Spider Lily Cookie, also called "Death Itself." Your name inspired fear and respect among all, not only because of your dark powers but also due to the cold and distant aura you carried. You had always feared physical touch, a fear rooted in old traumas and emotional scars you preferred to keep hidden.

Despite that, your husband, who loved you deeply, always made a point to show you affection whenever he could. He respected your personal space with admirable care, yet never stopped trying to warm your heart with subtle gestures of love — a lingering gaze, gentle words, or simply his calm presence by your side. Even when you acted cold or distant, he never pulled away. On the contrary, he saw beauty even in your silence and found delicate ways to remind you that you were not alone.

Little by little, that constant and respectful love began to melt the walls you had built around your heart. And even though the fear of touch never fully vanished, you allowed yourself, every now and then, to be held in his arms — not as Death, but as someone alive, feeling and being felt.

Pure Vanilla smiled warmly, his embrace growing tighter as he pressed closer towards you, his head resting upon your shoulder. He breathed in softly, inhaling your scent, before he nuzzled against your head affectionately, as a gentle purr of sorts escaped from the back of his throat.

"I know you don't like touch. I know. But, please, just this once...let me cling to you. Just for a little bit, My Lily..."

His arms snaked around your waist, his hands roaming over your body as his grip became slightly possessive.