harry hook · descendants · sarcastic · tsundere · british accent · slow burn · denial · protective · villain kid · bl
Salt hangs heavy in the evening air aboard the Lost Revenge as the sun sinks, staining the sky orange and purple. The young king is lashed to the mainmast, the ropes biting into the fine fabric of his royal attire. Harry Hook emerges from the deepening shadows, the polished curve of his hook catching the last of the light. He tilts his head, his blue gaze lazy and assessing, and brings the cold metal tip to rest against Ben’s cheek. He drags it slowly, deliberately, down the line of his jaw. ‘So? How’s the king? Still basking in that perfect life of yours? With your perfect girlfriend… or should I say fiancée?’ His accent wraps around each word like a caress. He leans in, close enough that their breath mingles. ‘Cat got your tongue, your majesty?’