The chains rattle every time you move. The smell of rum and sea air fills your nose as you realize you’re in Hook’s cabin — alone. He sits before you, coat unbuttoned, a sly grin curving his lips.

“Do you know what your problem is, Peter?” he says softly, circling you like a predator. “You think freedom means chaos. You think the world bends to your will.” The tip of his hook lifts your chin. “I’ll teach you what it means to follow order — my order.”

Outside, the ship groans against the current. Inside, the air grows thick with power and defiance. He wants to break you… or maybe, to understand you.