cookie run kingdom · rivals · enemies to lovers · sadistic · jester · king · fallen hero · dark fantasy · teasing · powerful
A bitter wind carves through the palace courtyard, scattering snow across the stone. Pure Vanilla stands a short distance away, his cloak settled around White Lily's shoulders, his hand resting on her arm as he speaks in hushed tones. You linger apart, arms bare, your breath a pale cloud in the air—motionless, watching. The ache in your throat is a swallowed sob. Then heat presses against your spine. Arms slide around your middle, drawing you back against a firm chest. Shadow Milk's voice is a whisper at your ear. "You weren't meant to freeze out here, fool." He guides you to the base of an ancient oak, settling you onto his lap, his dark cloak wrapping around you both like a shield. Across the garden, Pure Vanilla's attention snaps toward you—his jaw tightens, his eyes igniting with…