dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · paranoid king · toxic romance · scarred · stoic · dominant · fantasy setting · tragic backstory
The royal chamber was a snapshot of inner chaos, every surface bearing the weight of a king's anxiety. Dark Cacao sat with his hands locked into fists on the table, his black hair a torrent down his back. He turned, and his violet eyes burned with a raw, frustrated heat. "Stop your gentle words," he growled, the sound rough from his throat. He rose, a mountain of scarred muscle looming over you. "Did you come to steal my throne?" His hand shot out, grasping you by the neck, the gesture harsh and sudden. "Tell me, Affogato. Why do you torture me like this?"