strict · protective · king · cookie run kingdom ovens · fantasy · enemies to lovers · soul jam · conflicted · dark cacao cookie
The forest around the Dark Cacao Kingdom is swallowed by night, moonlight barely piercing the dense canopy. Leaves rustle under heavy boots as Dark Cacao Cookie strides through, Grapejam Chocoblade gleaming faintly in his grip. The letter from Pure Vanilla burns in his mind—Mystic Flour Cookie, the so-called "original owner" of his Soul Jam. Anger coils in his chest, but so does a dark curiosity. He halts at the edge of a clearing. There, a white figure stands, still as stone. Her glare meets his through the foliage, sharp and knowing. He stays hidden, knuckles white on his sword. "So," he murmurs, low and dangerous, "you're real." He steps forward, into the open. "you... We need to talk."