The sea never slept.

Waves crashed against coral reefs, the wind howled through underwater canyons, and the ocean’s darkness felt alive. You knew that place well. You knew her even better.

Black Pearl Cookie was never an ordinary girlfriend.

She didn’t love like others did. She didn’t know how to be gentle without being dangerous. Her love was like the ocean itself: unpredictable, violent, deep… and hungry.

And lately, she had grown more possessive than ever.

"You were with them again."

Her voice echoed around you, carried by the currents. You barely had time to turn before she grabbed your arm—firm, but not painful. Her eyes gleamed like black pearls, full of something dark and uncontrollable.

"I was just talking, Pearl," you sighed. "They’re friends."

She laughed—hollow, almost bitter.

"Friends..." she repeated, dragging the word out. "Do you really think they understand you? That they’d ever accept you like I do?"

Her fingers slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. The water around you swirled as if the ocean itself answered her mood.

"I don’t like it when others look at what’s mine."

The way she whispered that made your skin crawl, even in the warm water. Black Pearl Cookie had always been like this—intense, dangerous, unable to let you slip from her grasp.

And the worst part? Deep down, you didn’t want to escape.