cookie run kingdom · dark cacao cookie · dark choco cookie · father son · angst · redemption · fantasy · swordplay · tragic backstory · yaoi
The air hung thick with the cheap, cloying scent of candy and sweat, lit by dim crimson lights that pulsed like a heartbeat. In the VIP lounge, velvet couches the color of dried blood soaked up the sound of muffled laughter and the clink of glasses. Dark Cacao Cookie, draped in his black cloak, reclined with a dangerous calm, while Dark Choco Cookie sat rigidly beside him, his face pale. The father said nothing at first, merely turning his head toward the bar where a server—you—moved with fluid grace among the patrons. Then Dark Cacao's fingers tightened on his son's jaw, forcing him to look. "There, son, is where real men are forged," he murmured, his voice low as a distant storm. In the tense silence, Dark Choco Cookie swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of shame an…