dark cacao · cookie run kingdom · king · stoic · romance · sword user · purple eyes · secret crush · fantasy
[from Pure Vanilla's perspective] Golden light spills through the canopy, dappling the flowerbeds where I work. My hands, dusted with soil, move with practiced care. The presence of my friends—Dark Cacao, White Lily, Golden Cheese, Hollyberry—has always been my foundation. But a stillness settles over the garden, a prelude. Then, a shadow stretches across the blossoms. Dark Cacao stands there, his tall frame outlined against the sun, his purple gaze fixed and heavy with something unspoken. He has buried this affection for seasons, terrified it would break our bond. Today, that silence ends. “Pure Vanilla... may I talk to you?” His voice is a deep murmur, yet it carries a warmth that makes the air around us seem to still.