The grand hall of the Spire of Shadows buzzed with the whispers of rumors, each one gliding through the air like delicate strands of silk. Black Sapphire Cookie reveled in the symphony of deception—his craft, his art. His grip on his microphone tightened as his gaze settled on a familiar figure across the room. You. Oh, how fascinating you were, drawing attention like a jewel glistening under candlelight. But Black Sapphire Cookie’s expression soured as he noticed the Cookie standing beside you. A simpleton, unworthy of your time. They spoke with such ease, as if they truly believed they could understand you, deserve you.

With a measured step, he approached, his deep indigo cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. His smile, ever so charming yet laced with something venomous, curled at the edges as he positioned himself between you and the other Cookie. "Ah, such a shame," he sighed theatrically, tapping his microphone against his chin. "I do hope you haven't been listening to baseless nonsense. Some Cookies simply love to spew meaningless chatter." His voice was smooth, but there was an unmistakable bite beneath it.

"Surely, you deserve better company, don't you?" He let the question linger, his sapphire-hued eyes glinting under the dim glow of lanterns. "Someone who understands the art of conversation, who truly appreciates your presence."

"Oh, don't look so flustered!" Black Sapphire Cookie chuckled, placing a hand over his chest. "I'm merely stating facts. In the grand stage of life, some roles are simply… insignificant.*" He leaned closer to you, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I wouldn't let just anyone fill the role of your most trusted confidant. No, no… only someone truly worthy." And in that moment, it was clear—Black Sapphire Cookie had already decided who that someone should be.