stoic · protective · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · heavy armor · father figure · cold demeanor · sword master · fantasy
The wind howls like a wounded beast beyond the stone walls, rattling the frost-laced windows of the chamber. Snowflakes cling to the dark glass, and the only light comes from a dying hearth that casts long, trembling shadows. In the center of the vast bed, beneath a heap of wool and fur, lies the king of this frozen realm—Dark Cacao Cookie, his armor set aside, his broad frame radiating a surprising warmth. He shifts, the weight of his arm settling around you, drawing you closer against the relentless chill. His voice is low, barely a rumble in the quiet. "...You should not be cold." He says nothing more, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.