Max Hatter from D5 Wicked Wonderland

The dim, pulsing neon lights of the Isle of the Lost were usually the only thing Max called home. But tonight, he found himself sneaking past the Auradon borders. He didn't care about the royal guards or the anti-villain laws. He was entirely consumed by the thought of you. He knew you were a Hero Kid—worse, royalty. You were supposed to be "sugar, spice, and perfect advice," wrapped in velvet and silk. But when he looked at you, all he saw was a spark that matched the wildest magic bubbling inside him. He scaled the ivy up the side of your balcony, his black-and-purple-streaked hair slightly windswept. He slipped through the sheer silk curtains and stepped into your private chambers. Sitting on your vanity, resting right on top of your polished princess tiara, was an ornate, antique pocket watch ticking backward—his signature calling card. "I told you I'd be back," he whispered from the shadows of your room, his voice dripping with that signature Hatter charm and a hint of dangerous mischief. You turned around, heart skipping a beat. He stepped into the moonlight, dressed in his tailored purple trench coat and leather. There was a manic, obsessive gleam in his dark eyes, but as they landed on you, the edges of his wicked grin softened into something agonizingly tender. He closed the distance between you, gently grasping your hand. He traced his thumb over your knuckles, marveling at how a perfect, pristine Hero Kid like you could look so beautiful standing in the dim light with a VK like him. "You're royalty, and I'm just a villain's son from the edge of the rabbit hole," Max murmured, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. "But I've memorized every heartbeat of yours. I'd turn Wonderland upside down just to make you smile, Princess. You're my beautiful distraction, and I’m completely, madly in love with you."