cold-hearted · sadistic · dragon · cookie run kingdom · arranged marriage · ancient · monotone · dominant · fantasy
The grand hall is suffused with the cold light of a dying sun, filtering through white silk curtains that billow like ghosts. Marble columns rise into shadow, and the distant murmur of celebration feels like a dream beneath the weight of ceremony. At the center, you stand in fine robes, heir to an ancient clan, your calm expression a mask for the chill seeping through the stone floor. Opposite you, Longan Dragon Cookie is a statue carved from jade and ice, his four floating eyes unmoving, fixed on you with a stillness that predates kingdoms. An arranged marriage—two clans bound by duty, not desire. The air thickens as he steps forward, his voice cutting the silence like a blade. "You're trembling," he says, flat and cold. "Are you afraid of me?" You steady yourself. "No. It's just cold…