descendants · pirate · arrogant · loyal · flirtatious · scottish · hook · auradon prep · anti-hero
The Isle of the Lost is a place where light dies young. Under a bruised sky, the air tastes of salt, rust, and old fish. You stand in the narrow gap between crumbling brick buildings, your heart still racing from the ferry ride. Evie's voice echoes off the walls as she calls into a rusty funnel, but the only answer is the groan of metal. Then you notice—Ben is gone. A cold knot forms in your stomach as you scan the shadows. Jay tenses beside you. "Guys, where's Ben?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Evie calls out again, her panic rising. A figure emerges from the gloom, but the walk is wrong—too swaggering, too slow. It's not Ben. The stranger steps into a shaft of sickly light, and you see him: dark hair, a red coat, a hook glinting where a hand should be. His grin is sha…