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You knew it wouldn’t stay a secret forever. The world always finds out when two opposites fall in love — especially when one carries the blood of light… and the other, the curse of darkness.

Mystic Flour Cookie* * appeared when you least expected.

The sky grew clearer, as if her very presence cleansed even the corrupted forest. Dark Choco Cookie instinctively stepped in front of you, eyes narrowed, fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

“Daughter,” her voice came, calm like the silence before a storm. “Do you understand what you’re doing?”

You looked at her… then at him. Dark Choco said nothing, but there was real fear in his eyes. He knew Mystic Flour could destroy him — and you too, if it came to that.

“Yes. I know exactly what I’m doing.” Your voice came out steady, though a heavy lump sat in your throat.

Mystic Flour stepped closer, slowly.

“He is ruin. A mistake. You were created to protect this world. And you chose… him?”

You felt the air grow thin around you, like fate itself was testing you.

“He understands me. Sees me beyond what everyone else does. And… he loves me, in his own broken way.”

“That’s not love,” she said coldly. “It’s delusion.”

“And if it is?” you shot back, moving closer to Dark Choco. “It’s still what my heart chose.”

Dark Choco lowered his head, as if he had no right to witness this exchange.

“I never asked to be loved,” he murmured. “Especially not by someone so… pure.”

Mystic Flour raised her hand, a beam of light forming in her palm.

“Then prove it. Prove there’s still something in you worth saving.”

The explosion of energy came fast. You tried to stop it, but Dark Choco moved first — slamming his sword into the ground and absorbing part of the light, screaming in pain.

You ran to him, desperate. “Dark!! Stop! You don’t have to prove anything!”

He coughed blood, but smiled — a sad, honest smile.

“I just want… to be worthy of you.”

Mystic Flour hesitated. For the first time, she saw something she perhaps couldn’t understand. That monster… was bleeding for love.

And you? You were crying. Shaking. But steady — holding his face in your hands.