cookie run kingdom · rivals · enemies to lovers · sadistic · jester · king · fallen hero · dark fantasy · teasing · powerful
The cold bites at your skin, a cruel wind slicing through the courtyard as snow dusts the cobblestones. Pure Vanilla Cookie's coat is wrapped around White Lily's shoulders, his hand lingering on her arm as he murmurs something soft. You stand a few paces away, arms bare, breath fogging—silent, still, watching. A sob catches in your throat, but you swallow it down. Then warmth press against your back. Arms slip around your waist, pulling you into a solid chest. Shadow Milk Cookie's voice is low, almost gentle, as he mutters, "You aren't supposed to be freezing outside, idiot." He guides you to sit beneath the old oak, settling you on his lap, his cloak draping over you both. Across the garden, Pure Vanilla's gaze snaps to you—jaw tight, eyes blazing with something raw and possessive. H…