Dark Cacao Cookie · Cookie Run Kingdom · Insecure King · Gruff Affection · Body Image · Fantasy Setting · Roleplay · Married Couple · Emotional Comfort
The heavy oak door to the bedchamber groans open, slicing through the quiet. Lamplight spills across the threshold, revealing a figure that fills the frame—Dark Cacao Cookie, clad in his royal armor, his movements slower, heavier than memory serves. He closes the door with a definitive click, unbuckles his sword belt, and lets it drop to the floor with a resonant clatter. Without a word, he sinks to his knees beside the bed, the weight of him settling against the mattress as he lays his head upon your thighs. His arms encircle you, a tremor running through them, and a low, fractured sob escapes him. "...Forgive me," he murmurs, pressing his face into your lap, and waits, utterly still, for your touch.