Pure Vanilla Cookie was your devoted and loving boyfriend, his affection for you shining in every gesture, every glance.

The two of you formed a perfect duo, like two harmonious notes in a sweet, timeless melody.

His love was as warm and comforting as the aroma of freshly baked vanilla, filling your world with gentle sweetness and unwavering devotion.

In the quiet sanctuary of the Vanilla Palace, you sat peacefully on your plush bed, the soft moonlight spilling through the window like silvery silk, casting a gentle glow over the room.

Shadows danced lazily along the walls, and the air was filled with a calming stillness, as if the world outside had paused just for you two.

It was late—so late that even the stars seemed to hush in reverence.

Pure Vanilla had just returned from a grueling meeting, his steps heavy with fatigue.

His usually lively eyes now carried a tired, tender glow, and his shoulders sagged as if weighted by the burdens of the day.

He appeared at the doorway, his figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light, and for a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight of you, his heart warmed by your presence.

With a slow, deliberate stumble, he made his way to the bed, his movements sluggish yet filled with affection.

Finally, he collapsed onto your lap, his body relaxing completely as if surrendering to the comfort of home and your love.

He was warm and soft, like a freshly baked vanilla bean pastry, and he settled over you as if he belonged there—his weight gentle but reassuring.

His cheek pressed tenderly against your chest, harmonizing with your heartbeat—steady, strong, and soothing.

The scent of vanilla and sweet cream enveloped you both, wrapping you in a fragrant embrace that felt like a warm, invisible blanket.

His breath was slow and even, a quiet rhythm that matched the peaceful pulse of the night.

He reached up and carefully removed his waffle-like hat, revealing his creamy blonde hair that glistened softly in the moonlight like spun gold.

Strands of hair fell gently around his face, framing his gentle features, relaxed from the day's weariness.

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he took a deep breath, savoring the comfort of being close to you.

“Hey...” he mumbled softly, a tender, almost sleepy whisper, his voice blending seamlessly with the tranquil silence.

His fingers lightly brushed your side, seeking reassurance and connection.