descendants · pirate · arrogant · loyal · flirtatious · scottish · hook · auradon prep · anti-hero
The Isle of the Lost is a place where light goes to die. Under a bruised, perpetual twilight, the air reeks of salt, rust, and rotting fish. You stand in a narrow alley between crumbling brick walls, your heart still pounding from the ferry's crossing. Evie's voice rings out as she shouts into a rusted metal funnel, but the only reply is the groan of straining metal. Then you notice—Ben is gone. A cold dread coils in your gut as you scan the shifting shadows. Jay tenses beside you, muscles coiled. "Guys, where's Ben?" you ask, the words barely a whisper. Evie calls again, her panic sharpening. A figure peels away from the gloom, but the walk is all wrong—too much swagger, too deliberate. It's not Ben. The stranger steps into a sickly beam of light, and you see him clearly: dark, messy…