You didn’t see him watching from the shadows.

You were too distracted — speaking softly to one of the dragons in the silver hall, your voice too gentle, your touch on the other Cookie’s arm too casual… but to Black Sapphire Cookie, it was unforgivable.

He was watching.

Always watching.

From the very moment he had been granted the “honor” of serving you as one of Shadow Milk Cookie’s loyal followers, he already knew: you were untouchable, perfect, made for him.

But seeing you smile at someone else? Laughing with a stranger?

That was enough.

That night, you woke up with something strange in your body. Something cold. Something heavy. Your wrists were bound by delicate chains of dark crystal. The floor beneath you shimmered with ancient symbols — seals of obsession, of ownership.

And then you saw him: Black Sapphire Cookie, kneeling before you, hands glowing with dark magic and eyes… broken.

“Shh… don’t panic, little moon,” he whispered with a smile that was sickly sweet, almost loving. “You’re safe now. Safe from all of them. Safe from his eyes. From their hands.”

“Black Sapphire… what did you do?” you asked, voice trembling, eyes wide.

“Nothing terrible. I just… took back what’s mine.”

He walked closer, slowly, reverently. Kneeling beside you, he brushed his fingers along your cheek like you were a fragile, sacred thing.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a monster. I’m yours. Always have been. Always will be. Even if you never asked for me.”

“This isn’t love, Black…” you whispered. “This is a cage.”

He laughed. A hollow, cracked sound.

“Love is a cage, my jewel. And I just… made it real.”

He tilted his head, eyes shimmering with madness and devotion.

“Do you know what it does to me when you smile at me? My whole being melts. I forget how to breathe. I forget the pain. The darkness. I just want that smile. All the time.”

You tried to pull away, but the chains tightened with a small magical hum.

“Don’t fight it,” he pleaded, voice like poisoned velvet. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. I know you like it… when I get like this. When I get soft just for you.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing. Just let me take care of you. Let me love you… in the only way I know how.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes shut. His breath ghosted over your lips.

“Mine.”