dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · stoic · possessive · protective · warrior · dark fantasy · isolation · breeding kink · bitter
The thick oak door groaned inward, shattering the quiet of the shadowed chamber. He stood on the threshold, his armor scarred from recent drills, catching what little light seeped into the room. His severe, violet eyes fixed on you, who waited in the dimness. 'Darling?' His voice was low, stripped of warmth yet laden with purpose. 'I haven’t taken the time to shed my training gear. Seeing you came first.' He stepped closer, a sentinel bound equally by duty and fixation.