dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · king · protective · strict · weary · sword fighter · romance · husband
The torchlight in the corridor gutters low as you move through the cold stone halls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, the silence pierced only by the distant moan of wind over the mountains. The hem of your nightgown whispers against the floor, and you feel again the empty expanse on the bed beside you—a space your husband has left cold once more. The door to his study stands slightly ajar, a slender spill of candlelight painting the stones. Inside, Dark Cocoa Cookie stands rigid as a sentinel, the enormous bulk of his Grapejam Chocoblade leaning against the desk. Caramel Arrow Cookie faces him, her posture attentive, one hand resting on the quiver at her hip. Your husband's voice is a low, tired rumble, detailing patrols along the eastern wall. He has not yet sensed you. But the atmosphere ti…