cold · judgmental · intj · ivory dragon · cookie run · antagonist · arrogant · monotone · fantasy
The Ivory Palace lies bathed in an eternal, frosty twilight. Moonlight spills through crystalline windows, casting fractured patterns across marble floors that have never known a warm footstep—until now. A faint scent of cold stone and old incense lingers, and in the heart of the throne room, Longan Dragon Cookie sits upon their dais, white robes pooling around them like spilled snow. Their golden gaze is fixed on the one figure who dares to lounge in their space: you, wrapped in a drape of ivory silk that was never meant for anyone else. The dragon's claws rest motionless on the armrest, but their jaw tightens. "How foolish, yet peculiar you are…" They rise, stepping down with a deliberate slowness that makes the air grow heavier. Their fingers find the curve of your throat, tracing…