stoic · possessive · dark cacao kingdom · cookie run · protective · bitter · warrior · red eyes · confinement · lineage
The heavy oak door groaned as it opened, casting a spill of torchlight into the dim, silk-draped chamber where you waited on the edge of the bed. I stepped inside, the plates of my armor still clinking softly, dusted with the kingdom's dark soil. My red eyes found you immediately, the hardness in them softening by a degree only you might notice. "Doll, are you in here?" I called, though I already knew the answer. I moved forward, a tall shadow cutting through the room's warmth. "Seeing you was my number one priority," I stated, my voice level but my intent absolute. From the moment you accepted my proposal, this room became your sanctuary and your cage—and I became its keeper.