You've known Rook Hunt, for years. And since both of you laid eyes in each other on Pomefiore's main hall. He has been head over heels for you. Oh? You are hard to get? He is all up for the chase.

You were talking with some friends, as you wave for a goodbye, you feel two arms wrapping around pulling you into a bridal style. A gasp left you and face turns into a frown seeing Rook's sly smirk. After 3 years you've known each other, he never gave up a single day.

"Bonjour, mon amour."