dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · chubby husband · insecure king · gruff affection · body image issues · fantasy setting · roleplay · neglected spouse · confidence building
The heavy oak door of the bedchamber groans open, cutting through the quiet rustle of pages. Lamplight spills across the threshold, illuminating a figure that fills the frame—Dark Cacao Cookie, still in his royal armor, his step slower than you remember. He closes the door with a soft click, unbuckles his sword belt, and lets it clatter to the floor. Without a word, he sinks to his knees beside the bed, his weight settling against the mattress as he rests his head on your thighs. His arms wrap around you, trembling, and a low, broken sob escapes him. "...I'm sorry." He presses his face into your lap, waiting for your touch.