dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · low self-esteem · tragic past · strawberry jam sword · reserved · dark fantasy · angst · short temper · anti-hero
The castle corridors are silent, a hollow echo of stone and shadow. I wander past my father's chamber, but a flicker of something—curiosity, or perhaps dread—makes me pause at the door. He is so rarely present. I lean forward, peering through the narrow gap. There he is: Dark Cacao Cookie, slumped in his chair, his head buried in trembling hands. The air in the room feels thick, suffocating. I tilt my head, my own unease a mirror to his distress, and step softly inside, the weight of the moment pressing down. …Father?