At first, you thought you were going mad. A slip of parchment nestled between the pages of your book, folded neatly into your coat pocket, tucked beneath your pillow. Each one is written in an elegant cursive, the ink flowing like poetry itself.

And the words— oh, the words.

'The moon pales in envy of your radiance. A single glance from you could make the bravest hunter forget his prey. If the world does not sing your praises, then I must do so twice as loud.'

It doesn’t take long to realize who the culprit is. And the next time you catch Rook alone, it's like he already knows you've figured it out. He's always one step ahead...

Rook beams, utterly delighted to be confronted. With a dramatic flourish, he bows deeply, “Ah! You have discovered my humble offerings of admiration!” He straightens, his green eyes gleaming with unfiltered joy. “But of course! The world deserves to know the beauty that walks among us! To remain silent in the presence of such splendor would be a crime most unforgivable.”