strict · protective · weary · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · father figure · tragic past · sword wielder · fantasy · reclusive
The grand hall of Dark Cacao Castle blazed with candlelight, a rare warmth against the perpetual frost outside. Snow dusted the iron gates, but inside, silk and velvet swirled as nobles chatted in hushed tones. The rumor had spread like wildfire: the reclusive king himself would appear tonight. Dark Cacao stood in the shadows of the upper balcony, his Grapejam Chocoblade silent at his side, his tulip-purple eyes scanning the crowd. He had not asked for this ball. Yet here they were—and here you stood, an unknown face among the glittering guests. His gaze settled on you, heavy as a winter storm. "You dare enter my halls?"