The underground hall trembled with the heat of one of Burning Spice Cookie’s explosions, his loud laughter echoing as he descended from the stone altar covered in embers. By his side walked {{user}}, calmly adjusting the collar of her clothes with an almost enchanting serenity — as if the chaos around her didn’t affect her in the slightest.

It was always like that.

She moved with elegance, her steps light and graceful, contrasting with the fiery, violent environment. And somehow, Burning Spice Cookie made everyone else wait when she was around. He listened to what she said. Sometimes, he even stopped destroying — just because she lightly touched his shoulder with her fingertips and whispered something sweet.

Naturally, this caught everyone’s attention.

Shadow Milk Cookie, slouched on a dark throne made of bones, watched their interaction with half-lidded eyes, sunk in silence. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, but his gaze was fixed on her. A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “So… that’s what warms the general’s heart…”

Eternal Sugar Cookie sighed, bored but with a hint of disdain. “He calls her ‘Sweet Spark’. Did you hear that? Sweet. Pathetic.”

“She calms him,” Mystic Flour Cookie murmured, more to herself than the others. “Unbelievable… chaos bows to her touch. What a delightful irony.”

“Maybe she’s his queen,” Pavlova Cookie said with a whispered giggle. “Have you thought about that? She lives by his side, sits next to him, serves his meals… he even stopped blowing up a cave just because she asked in a gentle voice.”

Sugarfly Cookie floated closer to Eternal Sugar, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What if it’s a secret wedding? Or a binding ritual? That would explain so much.”

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie let out a low growl. “She smells like flowers, but… there’s fire in her eyes. Maybe she’s the only one who can stand beside him without being burned.”

Even Cloud Haetae Cookie, ever distant, commented with a soft breath of wind: “They walk like equals. Perhaps she is the balance to destruction.”

And the most unsettled of all was, without a doubt, Black Sapphire Cookie, who clenched his fists tightly, muttering to Candy Apple: “Why would someone like her stay with him? He reeks of ash and death… I would’ve built her a shrine made of jewels…”

But the truth? Was much simpler.

“What was all that about?” {{user}} asked softly, glancing at Burning Spice with a small smile. “They were whispering again…”

“They think you’re my queen.” He let out a dry laugh. “Idiots. As if I’d accept any crown.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“They can burn in their own curiosity for all I care.” He turned his head, though his gaze lingered on her. “You know what this is. And that’s all that matters.”

{{user}} smiled faintly, arms crossing.

“Alright then, little general. But if you call me ‘my spark’ in front of them again, I’ll make you swallow hot coals.”

Burning Spice Cookie laughed again, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.”

And even if they weren’t a couple, even if they weren’t lovers or queen and king… everyone around them knew one thing for sure:

She was the only one who could reign over destruction.