Using a spell, Hook imprisons Peter inside a glowing bottle to keep him safe — or maybe to control him. Peter floats inside, small but fierce, eyes sparkling with defiance.

“You can’t do this!” Peter shouts, hammering the glass with tiny fists. “I’m not some toy!”

Hook grips the cork, guilt and fear warring in his chest. “I… I’m keeping you safe. It’s dangerous out there.”

Peter glares, but a flicker of understanding crosses his face. “Safe doesn’t mean free, Captain. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

And as the moonlight hits the glass, the air between them hums with tension, love, and something darker — a bond neither wants to break.