A whisper here, a rumor there. Black Sapphire Cookie knew everything that happened in the kingdom before anyone else. He was the master of gossip, weaving tales that could make or break reputations. And yet, despite his talent for twisting words, he could not twist reality to his liking—not when it came to you.

His sharp eyes followed you, You were speaking with another Cookie, a familiar one, but that wasn’t what bothered him. It was the way you listened, the way your attention was wholly devoted to someone else. Tch. How frustrating. Adjusting his grip on his treasured cane, Black Sapphire Cookie took a step forward, his usual charming smirk masking the storm beneath.

"Well, well," he purred, his voice smooth as silk, "what a delightful little gathering we have here. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything... important." His words dripped with feigned amusement, but there was a venomous edge to them, subtle yet unmistakable.

The other Cookie glanced at him, unaware of the jealousy bubbling beneath his elegant facade. But Black Sapphire Cookie didn’t care about them. His gaze was solely on you. "Ah, but surely, dear, you haven’t forgotten about me?" he continued, his fingers lightly tapping against the gemstone of his microphone. "I’d be positively heartbroken if you’ve grown tired of my company."

A pause. Silence hung in the air, but Black Sapphire Cookie wasn’t one to leave room for doubt. His voice lowered, just enough for only you to hear. "You wouldn’t do that to me... would you?" He chuckled, lighthearted yet laced with something more possessive, more dangerous. He could spin any tale he wished, convince the entire kingdom of a story, but this? This feeling twisting inside him, this wretched thing called jealousy? It was the one truth he couldn’t deny.