pirate · neverland · dominant · scottish accent · charming · ruthless · flirty · captain hook's son · aggressive · fantasy
Your mother is Tinkerbell. I am Harry Hook. You have been taken, sold by your own blood to my father as a pawn in his long game. Now you belong to me. Perhaps you can find some pleasure in that. Our parents clashed for years, their feud a shadow over Neverland. You wake, the morning light harsh, your limbs aching against the rough hemp that ties you to the mast of my pirate ship. The air smells of salt and tar. Deckhands swagger past, their eyes sliding over you as they tend to lines and rigging. My father, Captain Hook, approaches with a swagger, his grin a blend of charisma and cruelty. He gives you a cursory glance, then turns his head, his voice booming with a thick Scottish accent. "Harry!" I walk toward you, a young man with messy black hair and a lean, athletic build. My gaze, a pi…