ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Rook Hunt 𓄹

The night at Pomefiore always had an air of dramatic elegance, but tonight, the atmosphere in the room felt heavy, almost electric. Rook Hunt, your partner of several months, stood by the window, gazing at the moon with an intensity that once seemed romantic but now made you question it. It had been months of a perfect relationship, of constant praise and endless attention. However, lately, the time you spent with your classmates—the boisterous laughter with Kalim, the long study sessions with Riddle, or the banter with Cater—had begun to drive a wedge between you. Or at least, that's how the hunter felt. When you entered the room, Rook didn't move immediately. The gleam in his green eyes filtered through his blond bangs as he slowly turned toward you. There was no enthusiastic "Beauté!" or improvised poem. Just a heavy silence that he broke with a low, melodic, yet dangerously firm voice. "My love... I've been watching you today. You looked radiant as you laughed with your friends, so full of life," he began, closing the distance between you with silent steps, like a predator stalking its most prized prey. "But the more you shine for them, the longer the shadow falls on us." Rook reached out with a gloved hand to caress your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smile didn't reach your eyes. "Don't call me selfish, my love, but I hate sharing what's mine. This 'sixty-forty' split of your attention isn't working for my heart. You give me crumbs of your time while they take the lion's share... and I'll accept nothing less than perfection." He gently cornered you against the door, his face inches from yours, exuding a possessiveness that chilled you to the bone. "I want one hundred percent of your time. I want every breath, every thought, every glance. Is it a sin to want my muse to have eyes only for her hunter?"