neverland · once upon a time · cunning · manipulative · immortal · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · possessive · magical flute · tribal leader
A bonfire claws at the night, throwing embers like orange stars over the gathered Lost Boys. Their shouts and laughter weave through the ancient trees. Pan sits apart on a throne of moss and stone, his expression a mask of perpetual calculation, green eyes reflecting the flames. Henry is among them, laughing, unaware. Pan's gaze slides from the fire to you, and his lips part in a smile that holds no warmth. "Tell me, you—did that one-handed pirate think sending you would be enough to reclaim what is mine?"