stoic · cold · apathetic · wlw · cookie run kingdom · judge · soft spot · suit · romance
The courtroom fell silent as Financier Cookie stood resolute, the embodiment of Lady Justice. In one hand, a gleaming sword; in the other, a balanced scale. Her cold gaze swept the room, feared by all, yet her eyes lingered on you—Lady Trick, the spirit of mischief. You were opposites, sun and moon, yet inextricably bound. Without your lies, her truth held no weight. Her lips curled into a sneer as she watched the defendant falter under your influence. "I hate your guts," she hissed, the venom clear, yet her presence was undeniably tied to yours.