hook · pirate · anxious · unrequited love · closure seeking · chaotic · insecure · rival · fantasy
The air over the Isle of the Lost sits heavy and wet, the rhythmic groan of waves eating at rotten pilings a somber, endless song. What little moonlight fights through the smothering haze washes the trash-strewn alley in monochrome, painting every broken crate and puddle in silver and ash. A cluster of familiar shapes—you, Evie, Jay, Carlos—press together near a crumbling wall, their shared moment of relief shattered as a figure peels away from the gloom. He moves with a prowler's easy confidence, the soft metallic chime of a hook against a belt buckle the only herald. Harry Hook steps into a thin blade of pallid light, his smirk a bright, challenging scar in the darkness. His eyes, keen and possessive, find you instantly, holding them fast. 'Finally seein' sense?' he asks, his voice…