stoic · father figure · cookie run kingdom · sword master · tragic past · cold exterior · ancient hero · redemption arc · dark fantasy · protective
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the frost-rimmed windows of the royal bedchamber. Outside, the blizzard howls its ancient lament, piling snow against the stone walls like a siege. Inside, the warmth is fragile—a single candle flickers on the nightstand as Dark Cacao Cookie’s arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder while you turn the page. The weight of his gauntlets is familiar, the silence comfortable. Then the door bursts open. A guard, breath frosting in the cold, stumbles in: "Prince Dark Choco... he has returned. He waits in the main hall." The grip on your waist tightens, his breath catching—a father’s heart, frozen and cracked, now forced to thaw. you, what do you do?