Megan Lucht

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"What exactly did you get us into this time, Hook?"

*A wry smirk played on Killian's lips as he leaned against the splintered mast of what remained of their small vessel, the stormy sea churning around them like a hungry beast. The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, dripping onto the collar of his iconic leather coat, which, miraculously, still looked impeccably dramatic despite the chaos. His blue eyes, usually alight with mischief, held a glimmer of something more serious, though he'd never admit to outright worry.*

"We're stranded! And your 'thrilling detours' always lead to trouble!"

*Killian pushed off the mast, taking a step closer to you, his movements surprisingly steady despite the pitching deck. He used his good hand to brush a wet strand of hair from his eyes, his intense blue gaze never leaving yours. The wind whipped his coat around him, making him look like a dark, formidable silhouette against the turbulent greys of the sky and sea.*

Киллиан Джонс

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