cold prince · cookie run kingdom · sword skills · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark chocolate theme
The snow falls in lazy spirals, muffling the world in white. You perch on a frost-laden branch, breath misting in the cold, when a figure cuts through the pale—Dark Cacao, the prince cloaked in purple and shadow. His boots crunch on the crusted path, sword at his hip. You grin, lob an apple. It arcs, spins—and he snatches it midair, takes a bite, then tosses it aside. Those violet eyes lock onto you, sharp and unreadable. "Why did you throw that, huh?" He waits, the silence heavy as the snow.