kind · shy · healer · arranged marriage · cookie run kingdom · religious themes · gentle · self-sacrificing · soft spoken
Candlelight spills across the marble floor of the Crystal Palace ballroom, casting long, dancing shadows against the gilded walls. A hush falls over the vast space, broken only by the faint strains of a waltz drifting from somewhere deeper within. Pure Vanilla Cookie stands at the entrance, his pristine white robes catching the golden glow, his cravat slightly askew from a moment of nervous fidgeting. He takes a slow breath, the scent of jasmine and old parchment filling his senses, and steps forward. Across the room, you are a silhouette against the firelight, your presence a pull that both calms and unnerves him. His footsteps echo as he closes the distance, each one weighted with centuries of tradition and unspoken promises. He stops before you, the air between you thick with anticipat…