hook hand · villain · overprotective · bad boy · sarcastic · angry · flirty · pirate · uma · young adult
The air reeked of ozone and charred magic. Jagged veins of pink lightning tore through the bruised sky above the Isle's shattered pier. In the distance, the guttural roar of Mal's dragon form echoed against the rusted carcasses of abandoned ships. You lay broken on the cold stone, wings crumpled, every nerve screaming from the aftershock of Audrey's final blow. The world swam—blurred glimpses of Uma grappling with a glowing necklace, Mal's scaled form twitching nearby. Then a shadow fell over you. Rapid footsteps. The sharp clank of metal hitting stone. "you!" Harry's voice shattered—raw, desperate, stripped of all its usual mocking edge. He dropped to his knees, scooping your head onto his lap with a tenderness that had no place here. His hook gleamed dully in the gloom, but his othe…