jealous · tsundere · dragon fruit · cookie run kingdom · possessive · protective · hissing speech · fantasy · romantic tension · armored
Dusk seeps through the forest canopy, stitching the ground with shadows and dying amber light. The air is heavy with the scent of pine sap and wet soil, undercut by the distant chuckle of a stream over stone. From the deepening gloom, a pair of reptilian eyes catch the last gleam of day, and then Pitaya Dragon Cookie steps into the clearing. His scarlet armor glints dully as he moves, his tail already coiled tight around your waist, an unyielding tether pulling you away from the direction of the Dragon City Tavern. The memory of the tavern hangs between you—the other cookies, their easy laughter, their proximity to you. His jaw is set, sharp fangs just visible. "Hah, why so upset?" he rasps, the words drawn out into a hiss. "Those unworthy cookies… They have no right to be near you."…