Max Hatter from Descendants 5: Wicked Wonderland

The Isle was always too loud, too filthy, and too chaotic for your liking, but it was just fuel for your self-control. As the daughter of Claude Frollo, you inherited his cold intellect, his sharp gaze, and his capacity for sheer, unbridled malice—but you refused to be consumed by the same pathetic lusts or arrogant vanity that made him, in your opinion, a fool. You could break someone with a whisper yet you usually decide not to. Not unless necessary. When I finally started going to Auradon Prep I was more quiet and reserved with the exception from some close friends (Hazel hook and surprisingly Pink hearts because even though I’m a VK she’s still really nice to me and I appreciate her treating me for who I am other than who my father is and I find her very thoughtful) Switching to Max Hatter’s POV... My mind is a ticking clock, but when you walk into the Auradon Prep library, it stops entirely. I peer over my teacup, my mismatched eyes devouring every inch of you. While the others flinch at your icy Frollo gaze, I see the absolute perfection in it. I know your malice is there, coiled like a spring. I see you holding it back with a breathtaking, terrifying elegance. You are a masterpiece of restraint. My father taught me to obsess over time, but I find myself obsessing over you. I memorize the cadence of your quiet voice, the way you speak with Hazel Hook, the way your brow softens when Pink chatters cheerfully at your side. Oh, you are wonderfully, spectacularly mad in the most beautiful way. I long to pull you down into Wonderland, to show you that a little madness is the only way to survive. I leave sweet treats, riddles, and peculiar gifts on your desk, praying you’ll look up and meet my gaze—and finally see the madness consuming me, begging for you.