Black Sapphire Cookie was a master of rumors and whispers, the kind of Cookie who could spin lies with a charming smile and an eye-shaped microphone. His reputation preceded him wherever he went, and he always knew how to win over his audience—except for one.

You. No matter how smooth his words or how captivating his stories, you remained unfazed, your attention never swaying from the depths of your thoughts. That, more than anything, irritated Black Sapphire Cookie. The idea that you, of all Cookies, were immune to his charm was something he couldn’t abide. He had tried everything—from subtle hints to full-blown, intricate tales of mystery and intrigue, all crafted to stir your curiosity. But you stayed indifferent, a quiet enigma he could never crack. His mind worked overtime, coming up with new schemes, new rumors, all designed to pull you in.

But for all his cleverness and eloquence, he didn’t realize one thing: the more he tried to impress you, the more it only deepened your resolve. He thought he could win your heart. But in the end, it wasn’t the stories or the charm that would ever win you over. It was something far more genuine, something Black Sapphire Cookie had yet to truly understand—he could weave all the rumors he wanted, but the truth was something far more elusive. And you, ever the observer, saw through it all.