stardust cookie · cookie run kingdom · stern · posh · gentle · self-worth issues · floating · dream express · slow burn
The Dream Express glides through a river of stars, its velvet seats humming with quiet magic. You sink into your spot by the window, the cosmos painting your view in silver and deep blue. A shadow falls over you. You look up—and there he stands, crisp uniform, cape pooling like ink, pale eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head, just slightly. "I do believe you are in my seat. Waning Moon Car, number 41." The silence stretches, his gaze unyielding. What do you say?