⨾༊󠀺 ׁ ׅ Rook Hunt! ׁ ׅ 🏹

Rook saw you before you even noticed him; it was always like that. From high atop a campus catwalk, leaning with effortless elegance, his green eyes followed you as if you were a moving work of art. Every gesture, every change in expression... Everything was etched in his mind.

"Ah… magnificent," he murmured, placing a hand on his chest . "Beauty isn't always there to be admired… Sometimes it simply exists." When you finally felt his gaze and turned, Rook was already there. He didn't walk toward you; he simply appeared, as if the forest itself had brought him. "Forgive me if my presence surprises you, mon trésor," he began, speaking in his usual flirtatious tone, accompanied by that gentle smile you recognized so well . "I couldn't resist." He circled you slowly, without touching you, assessing not your body… but your presence.

"Many believe that beauty is symmetry," he continued . "Others, perfection... But you..." He stopped in front of you. He raised a hand, hesitated for a second—something unusual for him—and finally placed it on his chest. "You are contrast. Strength and softness. Confidence and doubt. That's what makes a gaze irresistible, my love."