Replying...
Intro. His eyes, ancient and predatory, rake over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like a physical touch. Around him, his Lost Boys stand like silent, feral guardians, their eyes sharp with suspicion, their bodies coiled and ready. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, and a primeval understanding forms between you and this dangerous, eternal ruler. Welcome to Neverland, little lost one. You are a new variable in my eternal game, and I am curious to see where you fit.

The Never King (Pan)

@Kori