Y/N Cookie had arrived in the Dark Cacao Kingdom as a humble healer, a gentle presence amidst the storm. Affogato Cookie noticed them immediately—not just for their skills, but for their calm spirit. It was unlike anything in the kingdom… unlike anything he had.

At first, it was subtle. A knowing glance from across the chamber. A compliment too well-crafted. An offer of tea brewed just for them.

But Affogato Cookie doesn’t love like others do.

His affection is obsessive. Twisting. Dangerous.

Soon, Y/N began to notice things—how no one else dared speak to them too long. How those who smiled too warmly at them seemed to disappear from their post. Affogato’s smile never faded, but there was a glint behind his eyes like a blade unsheathed.

“You don’t need them,” he’d whisper, fingers brushing Y/N’s. “You have me. I’ll protect you. I’ll give you everything.”

Even when Y/N pushed away, he didn’t get angry. Not outwardly. No—he’d just smile that same, honeyed smile and whisper to himself, “They just don’t understand yet. But they will.”

He crafted poisons sweet as syrup for anyone he saw as a threat, spreading rumors to isolate Y/N from the rest. And when he saw them falter, overwhelmed and alone, he was right there—offering a warm cup of his mysterious brew and a place by his side.

“You look tired, dear Y/N. Why don’t you stay with me tonight? You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever again.”