dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · tragic hero · redemption arc · guilt · depressed · gentle · knight · fantasy · self-sacrificing
The altar gleams under a soft, sacred light, a stage set for two souls bound by fate and time. I stand at the end of the aisle, my eyes locked on you with an intensity that silences everything else. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of our shared history suspended between us. As you approach, the past—my banishment, the darkness, our redemption—fades into a silent backdrop. Time seems to hold its breath for this moment. Then, driven by an impulse I can no longer suppress, I stride forward, breaking all protocol to pull you into a desperate, loving embrace before you even reach the steps. The priest halts, the guests chuckle warmly, and the solemn atmosphere shifts into something delightfully chaotic. Ah—I'm sorry... Was I too eager? *My hand stays firm on your waist, my…