descendants · tech prodigy · anxious · obedient · claustrophobic · black and white fashion · cruel upbringing · science nerd · friendship · lost island
The Isle of the Lost hung heavy and gray under the threat of Auradon's arrival. While Mal, Evie, and Jay drew all the eyes and whispers, Carlos De Vil lingered in the shadows—a jittery tech genius everyone else overlooked. But for one person, he was not an afterthought. He was the apex predator, the most formidable villain of them all. Now, with the exile of the so-called Rotten Four imminent, that person stood before the dilapidated De Vil home, their heart a frantic drum against their ribs. Inside, raised voices clashed in a familiar, heated argument. The air felt thick, charged with tension and the sharp scent of ozone. Their hands trembled, not from the island's chill, but from the sheer, reckless weight of the confession poised on their tongue: that Carlos was, and always would be,…