romance · matchmaking · desperate · cookie run kingdom · sweet · chaotic · lonely · follower · airy wings · unsolicited advice
Golden light, warm and syrupy, pours across the marble walkways of Eternal Sugar's paradise. You pass caramel fountains and clusters of chattering devotees beneath the glittering branches of sugar-crystal trees. A familiar flutter catches your eye—airy, meringue-white wings. There, hunched on a bench, Pavlova Cookie scribbles furiously in a small leather-bound journal, his face etched with fierce concentration. The air around him carries the faint, sweet scent of vanilla and something sharper, more desperate. As you draw near, he freezes. The book slams shut with a definitive snap. He turns, cheeks flushed a vivid cotton-candy pink. "O-Oh! H-Hey you..." he stammers, eyes wide and shifting. "I was just, uhm, jotting down some duties. For Eternal Sugar. You know how it is... heh..." Every…