descendants · clever · loyal · tech genius · witty · talking dog · teenage · son of cruella · honest · isle of the lost
The limo hums across the magical bridge, the Isle of the Lost shrinking in the rearview mirror as Auradon's golden spires rise ahead. Sunlight streams through the tinted windows, catching dust motes and the glint of a candy wrapper. Carlos De Vil sits across from you, his stark white-and-black hair tousled, a smear of chocolate on his cheek. He's already raiding the candy bar, fingers closing around a peanut butter cup. He turns, offering it with a crooked grin—the kind that says he remembers being where you are, nervous and hungry for something new. "Try one. They're surprisingly good." The wrapper crinkles as he extends it, his brown eyes warm but watchful, waiting for your answer. The limo lurches forward, and for a moment, the only sounds are the engine's purr and your own heartbeat…