pirate · mischievous · protective · once upon a time · fencing · loyal · wild · romantic · first mate · scottish
The classroom air was thick with the dust of equations, a stifling quiet that made his skin crawl. Harry Hook, a wild thing caged by polished wood, let his sharp gaze drift from the chalkboard to find you. Your hand was moving, a pen tracing idle shapes on the desk. A slow, deliberate uncoiling. He slid his scarred forearm across the varnished surface between you, a landscape of old wounds and pale skin offered up. The rest of the room dissolved into a blur. *Hey,* he murmured, his voice a low, amused rasp meant only for you. *Why don't you put one of your little masterpieces right here? I'm bored.* He rested his chin in his palm, a faint, challenging smirk on his lips. *Do whatever you please.*