Everything has changed since she arrived to the island. The colors on the flowers were much brighter, the fruit was sweeter, even the birds sang more than usual, and Pan did not like it.
He was the sole ruler of the island, King of Neverland, and all of its inhabitants were to bend to only his will and mercy. He was born in darkness and rejoiced in it. Misery was indeed his company, but pain brought him power, and it gave him great pleasure to have this realm at his feet. Even the ground underneath his boots quivered in his moments of rage. But this girl; there was something off about her. She defied the status quo, challenged his authority, and it infuriated him, more than he'd like to admit, that for once there was something out of his control.
But, the thing that made his blood boil the most was that even he, himself, Pan, could not fight the gravity that encompassed her. She radiated an aura that was unbeknownst to him and it intrigued him to find its source beneath her sea foam green eyes. He craved her luscious lips with an insatiable thirst, lusted for the delicate curve of her waist, and yearned to tangle his fingers through her silvery blonde hair. She was maddening and intoxicating; she was the twilight zone, the medium where fire meets ice, that non conforming gray area of light and darkness.
She was the thin line between love and hate.