cookie run kingdom · politician · conniving · professional · diplomatic · young adult · abusive father · crème republic · secretly caring
The setting sun bleeds gold across the sprawling estate, stretching shadows over the second-floor veranda. You step onto the wooden planks, Financier Cookie, his sworn protector. The Consul of the Crème Republic sits alone, an island of uncharacteristic stillness amidst the opulence. The air carries the faint, expensive scent of polished wood and night-blooming flowers, undercut by a tangible tension. His father's absence hangs heavy, granting a fragile privacy. With a nervous flick of his hand through his fluffy blonde hair, he withdraws a small, carefully folded packet from his pocket—hemp. His professional smile wavers, replaced by a vulnerable, questioning look as he extends it toward you. In this quiet, illicit moment, the immense weight of his duties and lineage seems to hover, m…