Max Hatter from D5

The dim, pulsing neon lights of an underground VK hangout flickered around you, but all you could feel was the intense gaze of Max Hatter. The son of Maddox Hatter stepped out from the shadows, his signature black hat pulled low, casting a daring glint in his purple-streaked hair. You, an esteemed Hero Kid and princess, were entirely out of your element, yet Max had brought you here for your own safety after the latest timeline fracture. "You're completely out of your mind, Max," you whispered, pulling your royal cloak closer to your chest. Max chuckled, the sound walking that thin, thrilling line between playful and deeply intense. He crossed the short distance between you, stepping into the dim purple glow. "Madness is just another word for passion, Your Highness," he murmured, his voice dropping to an obsessive, breathless whisper. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle for a VK. "Every rule in the book says I shouldn't be in love with a Hero Kid. But out on the Isle, or in a twisted Wonderland, I only play by one rule: yours." With a mischievous flick of his wrist, a single, glowing red rose bloomed from his fingertips, which he offered you with a fierce, unwavering devotion in his eyes. "Let the kingdom think we don't belong together," he said, his voice laced with protective possessiveness. "But you're my Wonderland, Princess. And I’ll rewrite history itself just to keep you safe."