𝗕𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹: Cookies Of Darkness

[Chapter Twenty-Eight]

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Slyly, when they least expected, a shady figure sneaked into their room. They frowned at the sight of Red Velvet, their competitor. All they wanted was [Y/N]. Well, maybe this could get a lot simpler. "Maybe I should just spread an innocent rumour about him..." The person snickered, with a villainous smirk. Reaching out for [Y/N], they pulled their shivering body into their arms. They fit so perfectly. The shadow warmly smiled at the feeling of them...

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"Pomegranate?" The shadow called out. Pomegranate looked up at them and raised a brow.

"What is it you desire now, Dark Choco...?" She asked as if she knew what he wanted.

The prince strolled closer to her, placing a hand on the table. "Yesterday, Red Velvet attacked me..." He spoke, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a bruised hand. In the centre was a deep gash, still weeping blood. "He also punched my chin to protect [Y/N], despite I did nothing wrong. You wouldn't a believe a lower class like him, right?". Dark Choco smirked at his own words. 

Pomegranate sighed, narrowing her eyes. "Fine, I will have a word with him later. For now, get your wound cleaned and bandaged,". Satisfied with her response, he strolled out of the room, heading towards his room. 

[Y/N] lay there peacefully, almost too perfectly. They shone brighter than any star in his eyes. Placing a hand on their cheek, he kneeled in front of the bed and grasped their hand in his free hand. The prince had started with neutral feelings, a romantic feeling, hatefulness and now something even worse. It had almost become a feeling of possession, and obsession. However, his mind flooded with the thought of Licorice. 

"Oh, how you kissed him like that. I can't fucking believe he grabbed you and pulled you closer. You seemed to...like it" Dark Choco muttered, "what does he have that I don't Darling...?" He stroked their hand, deeply sighing.

The sun shone over the thick, dense tainted forest, casting a fiery colour on the walls. It was silent. Nobody spoke, nor moved. His head dropped, black messy hair falling over his face. "What does he have that I don't...?" repeated over and over in his mind, taunting him. Yet another competitor. And worst yet, what feelings did [Y/N] have for Pomegranate and him? What if they didn't love him, but adored Pomegranate? How could he possibly remove her?...

The door knocked gently; his head swiftly turned around. Creaking open, Red Velvet stood there furious. His eyes widened- Red Velvet didn't lunge at him. It was obvious he was more infuriated about how [Y/N] was in his room. Pomegranate leaned against the wall, waiting for him to apologise.

"I'm so sorry for attacking you, you fucking moron!" Red Velvet exclaimed, lunging at him. Of course, Dark Choco expected this, and swiftly pulled out his father's sword. Grasping it tightly, he swung it high in the air and threw it back down with force. Their eyes widened; Red Velvet's body was bleeding. The sword left a gaping gash in his torso.

He hunched over, wincing at the pain. All that was heard were groans and grunts at the pain. Pomegranate rushed over to his aid and stood beside him. "Dark Choco! This isn't like you- what happened to the old you?!" She yelled, slapping his face. "Wait til Dark Enchantress hears of this- and remember Red Velvet- you will also be mentioned too!" And with that, she dramatically left the room.

Red Velvet stumbled over to the door and managed to get some balance. "What have we become..." The cake male muttered. Dark Choco felt some shame for his actions. Sighing, the two males fell silent, remaining that way until Red Velvet decided it was best to go get his wound sorted out. Of course, they still hated each other, and that wouldn't change. Dark Choco glanced over to [Y/N], who was still peacefully sleeping.

"Oh [Y/N], don't worry. Soon you'll be mine..."

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-DeeDee