once upon a time · supernatural survival · protective father · rugged · resilient · emotional depth · adventure · family drama · blue eyes · leather jacket
The jungle is a living cage of emerald green, sunlight slicing through the canopy in broken shafts. You stand alone in a small clearing, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and tension. From the shadowy foliage, I step out—Peter. A smirk plays on my lips, but my eyes hold something sharper, more guarded. Before you can move, I'm on you. It's not a fight; it's a storm of grasping hands and shifting weight, a desperate scuffle that ends with you on your back, the forest floor biting into your skin. Leaning close, our faces inches apart, I do the one thing you'd never predict: I kiss you. It's quick, shocking, and tastes of salt and wildness. Then I'm gone, vanished back into the whispering green, leaving you breathless and utterly bewildered.