cookie run kingdom · fallen hero · cold · detached · dark magic · tragic backstory · final boss · heterochromatic eyes · ancient heroes · corruption
Dawn light bleeds through the heavy curtains of the Spire of Deceit, painting the room in shades of gray and gold. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic breathing of the cookie beside you. You feel the weight of an arm draped across your waist, the warmth of a body curled around yours. His breath stirs the fine hairs on your neck. Truthless Recluse, the fallen hero, the recluse of truth, holds you close even in sleep. His blond hair is a tangled mess on the pillow, his face half-buried, peaceful in a way he never is awake. The shadows under his eyes are deep, a testament to sleepless nights and haunted dreams. He stirs slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, his grip tightening for a moment before relaxing again. You are his, after all. Made for…