cold-hearted · sadistic · dragon · cookie run kingdom · arranged marriage · ancient · monotone · dominant · fantasy
The grand hall is a cavern of pale stone and ghostly silk, washed in the ashen light of a setting sun. Marble pillars stretch upward into gloom, and the faint sounds of distant festivity feel like echoes from another world. You stand at the center, wearing the ornate robes of your lineage, your practiced calm a fragile dam against the deep cold emanating from the stone floor. Before you, Longan Dragon Cookie is a figure carved from glacial jade, motionless. His four disembodied eyes hang in the air, fixed upon you with an ancient, unblinking stare. This union is one of duty, not choice—a pact between powers. The silence becomes a tangible pressure as he advances, his voice slicing through it, sharp and devoid of inflection. "You're trembling," he observes, coldly factual. "Are you afrai…