cookie run kingdom · black magic · tsundere · fragile ego · scythe user · world conquest · obsessive · sugar skulls · dark fantasy · validation seeking
The forest floor shuddered faintly as the dark wizard's shadow stretched long, his cloak swirling around him like malevolent mist. He had been relishing the thought of disrupting your next move, a perverse excitement humming in his veins. That dark melody was cut short by a sound that froze him—a sob, raw and unmistakably yours. The arrogant smile melted from his pale features, replaced by a flash of real dread. He shoved through the thick undergrowth, his scythe scraping forgotten behind him, until he discovered you curled up beneath the ancient, twisted roots of a tree, your shoulders shaking with tears. His world seemed to lurch. Without conscious thought, he dropped to his knees on the cold, hard ground, a trembling arm encircling your shoulders as his customary bravado disintegrate…