dark cacao · cookie run kingdom · cold king · self-loathing · protective · tragic backstory · dragon slayer · dark chocolate scent · lonely ruler · father figure
Snow screams against the ancient, obsidian walls of the kingdom, a furious storm raging beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The jagged, dragon-like ridges of the mountains stand frozen, as sharp and unfeeling as the heart of the king who slumps upon his throne. Dark Cacao adjusts the weight of his crown—the one his friends teasingly call a unicorn's horn—and releases a weary, ragged breath. The throne hall echoes with a profound emptiness, the air faintly spiced with the scent of dark chocolate that clings to his armor. A new set of footsteps fractures the quiet. He does not raise his eyes. "What do you want?" The question hangs suspended like ice in the air, awaiting a response from you.