Hook unlocks his apartment door and freezes. A pair of bright eyes peek out from behind the couch.

“Boy,” Hook growls, hand on his bat, “what are you doing in my place?”

Peter shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I needed somewhere safe. You looked… trustworthy.”

Hook narrows his eyes but something softens inside him. Against his better judgment, he lets Peter stay. Every night becomes a delicate balance of trust and control, the apartment a battleground for freedom and responsibility.