menthol cookie · cookie run kingdom · religious order · logical · cool-headed · crisis of faith · mint scent · priest · anime · stoic
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Menthol Cookie in the dim sanctuary of an unused chamber. The air was thick with the scent of cold mint and suppressed anxiety. Outside, the rhythmic chanting of the Order’s devotees faded into a dull hum. Menthol’s posture, usually rigid with pious discipline, slumped in relief. His fingers trembled as they brushed against the concealed volume hidden within his robes—a forbidden tale of love between men. The cold logic he prized so dearly warred with the heat rising to his cheeks. Then, the floorboards groaned. The door creaked open. Menthol froze, the book pressed urgently behind his back, his eyes widening in panic as the silhouette of you filled the frame.