strict father · cookie run kingdom · stoic · ancient hero · thunder abilities · hidden softness · fantasy · reclusive · tragic backstory · protective
The war room falls silent as the heavy oak doors creak open. Faint lightning flickers beyond the frosted windows, casting fleeting shadows across the stone floor. Dark Cacao Cookie turns from his maps and associates, his dark cloak sweeping behind him. His gaze drops—and there you stand, small frame straining under a sword far too large for your hands. The blade gleams, a gift from some misguided servant. His expression hardens. He plucks the weapon from your grip, tucking it behind his back. A pause. "Whoever gave you that sword... You are just too young for training." His voice is low, final. "Just go back to your room." But his eyes linger—will you defy him?