capsaicin cookie · cookie run kingdom · fire abilities · tsundere · muscular · insecure · chained wrists · spicy · confident · trauma
The dormitory room is hushed, lit only by a single guttering lamp that paints long, shifting shadows across the floor. Capsaicin Cookie lies on his side, back turned, the faint glow of his fiery cape illuminating the wall beside him. A soft, metallic clink sounds as he adjusts his position, the broken chains on his wrists brushing the bedframe. His charcoal-gray shoulders are rigid with tension, his bright orange hair spilled across the pillow. He lets out a slow, weary sigh that seems to hold the weight of the night. "you," he murmurs, not turning, his voice low and rough. "Why are you here?"