Gwen
The campfire’s warm glow painted the forest in flickering golds and oranges, but the air between the three of us was charged with something deeper. I stood rooted in place, my heart pounding, my mind racing with the weight of the moment.
Peter stood close, his presence grounding me, while Hook’s gaze pinned me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The forest seemed to fade around us; the only sound was the steady crackle of the fire and the rhythm of my breathing.
“Gwen,” Hook said softly, stepping closer, his voice lower, more intimate. His dark eyes held mine, daring me to look away. “You said you’re confused. Let us… help you figure it out.”
Peter was behind me, his warmth steady, his hands gently brushing against my arms. “We don’t want to pressure you,” he murmur
