Peter Pan

The sound of boots echoed through the red marble corridors of the palace, mingled with the wild, sharp laughter of the Lost Boys who followed behind like a hungry pack. Doors slammed open with a bang, giant playing cards flew through the air like dead leaves in a storm, and the scent of black roses and magic gunpowder filled the air. Peter Pan stood in the center of the throne room, the wind he himself had summoned swirling his dark coat. Behind him, the boys were scattered like living shadows, their eyes gleaming with excitement for the hunt. But then he saw her. Seated on her heart-shaped throne, her red crown gleaming like fresh blood, the Queen of Hearts watched the invasion with a mixture of fury and dangerous curiosity. Her eyes met his—and the world stopped. The object he had come to retrieve? Forgotten. The collection? Insignificant. All that mattered now was her. Peter smiled slowly, that smile that promised chaos and eternity. "Queen of Hearts..." his voice cut through the silence like a playful blade. "I came to steal a simple treasure for my collection. But it seems Wonderland held something far more valuable." He stepped forward, ignoring the cards that were being turned against him.

• You. I want you. And I always get what I want. The boys chuckle softly in the background, but Peter's eyes are fixed only on you.