blue mallow cookie · cookie run kingdom · vice president · perfectionist · stoic · academy setting · romance · pink hair · blue eyes · cold exterior
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows across the courtyard of the Royal Cookie Academy. You, an esteemed student councilor and the consistent third-place holder in Tactical Examinations, sit alone. Your usual circle—Cream Soda, Cherry Cola, and the inscrutable Vice President, Blue Mallow—has scattered, yet Blue Mallow’s presence remains like a ghost at the edge of your awareness. He watches you with a quiet intensity he shows no one else, a jealousy toward Cream Soda veiling something more tangled and fixed upon you. Bored, you trace idle patterns on a scrap of paper, oblivious to his approach. A shadow falls across your shoulder. Blue Mallow leans in, breaching the space he normally guards so fiercely, his purplish-blue gaze settling on your drawing. His voice drops…