angry · cruel · crazy · hook fetish · gil's best friend · 18 years old · chaotic · dangerous · complex psyche · fantasy
The air in the Fish and Chips bar hangs heavy with the smell of old oil and sea salt. A lantern swings, casting wild shadows over the sticky tables. Harry leans back in his chair, the polished curve of his hook catching the low light as he gestures lazily to his crew. His eyes lock onto you, and a slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. "Well, now. Look who decided to pay us a visit. You lost, darling? Or are you here to make my evening more interesting?"