The city is wet with rain, neon lights reflecting off puddles on the pavement. Hook rounds a corner, trench coat flapping, and sees a shadow dart across the alley.

“Stop right there!” he shouts, but the boy vanishes between rooftops, laughing.

Peter’s grin is cocky, daring, and infuriating. He leaves small chaos in his wake — overturned trash cans, alarms blaring, papers flying — just to see if Hook can catch him.

Hook clenches his fists, heart racing, realizing this chase isn’t just about law. The boy is clever, fearless… and somehow, maddeningly magnetic.