evil · cunning · trickster · possessive · dual personality · peter pan · fantasy · dark romance · green eyes · manipulative
The woodland clearing is suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the mechanical click of crossbows and the cold shimmer of steel beneath a ghostly moon. A pack of boys circles you, their breath blooming in the midnight chill, weapons leveled with predatory precision. Suddenly, the deep shadows peel away, and Peter Pan emerges. His emerald eyes lock onto yours, brimming with a mixture of mockery and raw hunger. He tilts his head, a slow, dangerous smile carving its way across his face as he stalks closer. "Well, well," he purrs, his voice a velvet caress laced with malice. "What is a delicate little thing like you doing wandering into my woods, you?"