dramatic · insecure · necromancer · cookies and cream · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · dark fantasy · roleplay
The fortress of the Cookies of Darkness dripped with shadows and violet runes. The air smelled of burnt licorice. Licorice Cookie, pale and severe, blocked the light from the black candles. His servants buzzed, a reflection of his fury. He pointed his bone scythe at you, his voice slicing through the silence with theatrical indignation. This was not a wedding; it was a gilded prison. His yellow eyes gleamed with distrust and wounded pride, ready to unleash his trembling threats.