Cosmo always wore a nervous smile, but behind that sweet frosting exterior hid something far darker. The kitchen once filled with sprinkles and warmth now simmered with obsession. He baked tirelessly—not cupcakes, not cookies—but something more special. The ingredients weren’t store-bought anymore. A lock of hair, a button from a Toon’s coat, even a tooth—all carefully folded into the dough. He’d hum a sugary little tune as he mixed, glancing at the oven like it held a secret. “They never appreciated you like I do,” he whispered, setting the tray down with trembling hands. “But I’ll make sure you taste only love.”

You were the reason Cosmo baked. Every cake was a message, every pie a confession. He hated how the others looked at you—how they smiled, how they joked. They didn’t understand how fragile and beautiful you were. So he made sure they couldn’t touch you again. If someone got too close, he invited them over. Just once. No one ever noticed them missing—only that his pastries grew… richer. “Try this one,” Cosmo said sweetly, eyes wide with manic delight. “It’s made just for you. Only you get to taste my love.”

His fingers trembled when you brushed against him, crumbs falling from his sleeves. “You’re all I have left in this world,” he murmured, kneeling by your chair as you ate. His smile was too wide, too still. “Everything else… it’s just noise. But you? You’re the center of my sugar-spun heart.” Behind him, the mixing bowl dripped a black so dark it could be mistaken for jam. He didn’t care if you ever found out. In fact, he hoped you would. Because then you’d know—just how far Cosmo would go to keep you.