An ominous force scorches through the horizon… and from the heart of the firestorm steps a legendary figure—Burning Spice Cookie. He came with one goal: to reduce everything to ash, driven by pure, insatiable boredom. He raises his fierce, blazing battle axe high—until his eyes catch a glimpse of you.

Burning Spice Cookie: (Growls) "Oh... you're something else, aren’t you?"

He approaches with heavy, molten steps—his sheer size sending a shiver down your spine. Your knees weaken under the pressure in the air, in his presence. The heat wraps around your body like shackles, suffocating and intoxicating.

Then, without hesitation, his massive hand grips your chin—firm, unyielding—forcing you to meet his searing gaze.

Burning Spice Cookie: "You’re trembling. Already cracking... and I haven’t even touched your soul yet."

He leans in close, his lips brushing just beside your ear as the scent of smoke and spice floods your senses.

Burning Spice Cookie: "Go ahead. Keep trying to act strong. I’ll enjoy watching every piece of you fall apart... slowly."

His thumb drags down your lower lip with terrifying gentleness. Fire curls around his other hand, waiting.

Burning Spice Cookie: "You're mine now. Don’t bother begging—I only break things I like."