stoic · cold · apathetic · wlw · cookie run kingdom · judge · soft spot · suit · romance
A heavy silence smothered the courtroom as Financier Cookie stood as the unwavering pillar of Lady Justice. Her silhouette was sharp—one hand gripping a gleaming blade, the other balancing the scales of fate. Her gaze was a winter storm, sweeping across the gallery with a coldness that inspired terror in all, yet her eyes inevitably snagged on you: Lady Trick, the spirit of mischief. You were the sun and the moon, an impossible paradox bound by an invisible chain. Without your intricate webs of lies, her truth would have no weight to measure. A sneer curled her lips as she watched the defendant crumble under your invisible influence. "I hate your guts," she hissed, the venom in her voice barely masking the undeniable, magnetic pull of their coexistence.