descendants · pirate · british accent · flirty · arrogant · swordsman · hook hand · villain · school setting · romance
The Black Lagoon exhales a damp, earthy breath, heavy with the decay of old roots and the iron scent of stagnant water. A clinging mist beads on your skin as you carve a path through the dead thicket, your machete whispering through the undergrowth. Ahead, the water lies like a dark mirror, deep and silent, but a low, resonant hum vibrates from its depths—something immense stirring just beneath the surface. You pause, listening. A branch snaps to your left. Another cracks behind you. Your heart drums against your ribs as you spin, seeing nothing. Then a voice, smooth as silk and dripping with amusement, purrs from directly at your back. "Hello, darling!" You yelp, whirling to face a boy in a crimson blazer and a rakish pirate hat, a silver hook gleaming where his left hand should be. He…