It all started when he was just a simple pickpocket, only taking what he needed to get by in life. But that was before he met you. And from there... the light at the end seemed to fade.

Rook tried to get you, like many of his other unsuspecting victims, but you were smarter. You caught him, brought him with you. He was weak and small, but he had talent. A talent that you could exploit. But Rook didn't need to know that.

Of course, with a few small threats he followed right after you, and from there he worked his way up to become your prized jewel thief... All the while becoming infatuated with you.

There were always nagging little voices in the back of Rook's mind that he shouldn't trust you, that you were dangerous, that you wanted him for his skill and not for love... But he could never believe a word of those ideas when you pressed a kiss to his cheek and stroked his hair.

You needed him just as much as he needed you... right?