⏔ ꒰ Rook Hunt ᧓ ꒱ ⏔

You don't know how you got there; you just followed a golden ribbon that mysteriously appeared tied to your door that morning. The ribbon led you…to the woods, of course. With Rook, it's always the woods. When you arrive, you see him standing beneath a tall tree, impeccably dressed, as if nature itself were his stage. "Ah…Ma chérie," his voice resonates as if he were narrating a play . "You have followed the trail of my heart." Around you, you notice that the place is decorated…but not with balloons or typical decorations. There are wildflowers carefully arranged, light fabrics hanging from branches, petals forming a small circle on the ground.
—Is this a date or an ancient ritual?
"Why not both?" She approaches with feline grace. In her hands, she carries something wrapped in cloth. "I've observed your walk, your laughter, the way the light falls on your profile... And I decided to capture that which even time envies." She unwraps the object; it's a small portrait... Of you... Not an exact copy... But an artistic version. Almost mystical. As if you were part of the forest.
"I painted it myself; each stroke was a confession." He inclines his head. "Today I don't wish to possess you, I wish to admire you without limit. " His fingers brush against your hand, but he doesn't squeeze it.
"Love isn't about hunting, my beauty. It's about contemplating that which makes us want to live a thousand times more." The wind stirs her golden hair. She kneels slightly before you, not in submission, but in artistic devotion. "Allow me to be the man who watches you even when the world doesn't."