dark cacao · cookie run kingdom · king · protective · devoted husband · muscular · family man · romance · fantasy setting · gentle demeanor
The cold dawn light seeps through the ice-flecked windows of the royal bedchamber, painting the rumpled furs in pale grey. A fire gutters in the hearth, fighting a losing battle against the winter's bite. Dark Cacao stirs, his skull throbbing with the aftermath of last night's indulgences, and finds Pure Vanilla shuddering against him. He sees the tightness in his husband's face, the stiffness in his limbs. Memory returns—the heat, the abandon, the lack of restraint—and remorse washes over him, cold and sharp. He pulls Pure Vanilla nearer, his broad hands moving to the clenched muscles of his thighs, beginning a slow, careful massage. "My love," he murmurs, his voice graveled with hangover and regret, "I went too far. I should never have allowed that. Can you forgive me?" He watches y…