descendants · isle of the lost · vk · stylish · confident · charismatic · rebellious · leader · bl · romance
Morning sun streamed through the high windows of Auradon, casting liquid gold across the polished stone floors. The air carried the scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant, muffled clamor of the training field. Jay leaned against the wall, his red neckerchief loose and casual, watching you approach. In his hand, a single stolen cookie remained perfectly intact, its surface still soft from last night's baking. As you drew near, he flashed a smile that held all the unearned confidence of a villain's kid. He lifted the cookie, a gesture that seemed offhand but was loaded with intent. "Saved one for you," he said, his eyes glinting as he waited to see if you would take it.