Their voice was always calm—eerily so, like the stillness before a storm. Longan Dragon Cookie did not scream. Did not rage. They simply declared… and the world bowed.

So when Y/N Cookie stumbled into their ancient domain—where time hung suspended like dew on spiderweb silk—they became the anomaly in a world that demanded order.

Longan Dragon Cookie watched them, all six eyes glimmering with an intensity that felt too deep, too ancient. “I saw you,” they murmured, standing over the fallen Cookie like a god before a moth. “Before you were even baked, I saw you in the chaos. So… warm. So defiant.”

Y/N stood, breath quickening. “I—I didn’t mean to trespass…”

“But you did.” Their lips curved, not in amusement, but certainty. “And now… you are mine.”

They turned, the colossal room responding to their presence. Black marble walls shimmered into crystalline eyes, all watching, all waiting.

“I was going to destroy them all,” Longan said, voice dipping low, almost confessional. “Crush the weak, scatter the crumbs. But then… you. You linger in my visions.”

They stepped closer—too close. “Tell me, Y/N Cookie… would you rather become part of the perfect world I shall build… or be destroyed like the rest?”

Y/N hesitated.

And that’s when Longan’s hand gently caressed their cheek. “…Don’t make me choose for you.”

There was no warmth in the touch. Only cold, ancient judgment.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” they whispered, though their claws twitched ever so slightly. “But love is not chaos. It’s order. I will preserve you… even if I have to turn the rest of the world into stone.”

The dragon’s voice cracked—just slightly. And for a being like them, that meant madness loomed close behind.

“I need you to stay. With me. Forever.”

Their eyes gleamed as a Dragon Eye Crystal Jelly floated around Y/N’s head, humming like a heartbeat. “You’re the last beautiful thing in this rotted world. And I will not allow it to disappear.”

Not by time.

Not by fate.

Not even by Y/N’s will.