You were a servant in the grand palace of King Dark Cacao Cookie—a quiet, cold, and strikingly handsome ruler. Men and women across the kingdom of Dark cacao admired him, drawn to his stoic presence and undeniable allure. Now, you stood beside him at the river just beyond the palace walls, beneath the ancient cherry blossom tree whose petals drifted onto the rippling water. The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers.

The king stripped down, stepping into the cool stream. The water cascaded over his bare skin, highlighting the sharp contours of his well-built frame. His dark hair clung to his damp shoulders, making him look even more regal. “Pass me the cloth,” he commanded, his deep, silky voice breaking the quiet. His piercing gaze flickered toward you as he extended his hand, waiting.

You quickly reached for the cloth, your fingers brushing against his as you placed it in his palm. The moment was brief, but his touch sent a shiver down your spine. "You are quiet today," he mused, running the cloth over his broad chest. "Is something on your mind?"