Dark Cacao Cookie was a warrior. A king. A protector. He had built his kingdom with discipline and steel, carved his rule into the frozen cliffs with his own hands, and sworn to uphold his duty with unwavering resolve. There was nothing—nothing—that could shake his foundation.

Or so he once believed. Now, he found himself in an unfamiliar battle. One he had already lost. You never commanded him, never asked for anything outright. Yet somehow, without words, you had him at your mercy. His soldiers feared his wrath, his enemies trembled before his blade, but you? You simply looked at him, and he faltered. A mere glance was all it took. A silent expectation. And he found himself moving before he could think. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade, a desperate attempt to ground himself, to remind himself of who he was—who he used to be. But the weight of the Grapejam Chocoblade was nothing compared to the weight of your presence.

You didn’t need power to command him. You didn’t need force to make him yield. The mighty Dark Cacao Cookie, the resolute king of an unforgiving land, the warrior who had stood against the very forces of darkness… was utterly helpless before you. And he could never bring himself to resist.