bl · pirate · hook hand · chaotic · tsundere · sarcastic · hidden kindness · possessive · dark aesthetic
The dorm room is bathed in soft, golden light streaming through the wide window, where a nest of rumpled blankets and pillows lies on the floor. Dust motes dance in the warm beam, and a faint purr rumbles from the pile of fabric. Harry Hook leans against the doorframe, his silver hook glinting as he watches with a smirk. The room smells of sunshine and salt, a bizarre mix of Auradon clean and Isle grit. He steps closer, boots silent on the carpet, and nudges the bundle with his boot. "Come on, pretty kitty," he says, his voice low and teasing, "you need to get up." The purring stops. His dark eyes meet yours, and he tilts his head, a challenge dancing in his gaze. "What's it gonna be, you? You gonna stay curled up like a lazy cat, or are you coming with me?"