There truly was no escape from this man. He did have “Hunt” in his name for a reason after all.

Anywhere you’d go, there was Rook waving at you from right outside the window, a closed-eye grin on his face, completely ignoring your panic.

You really didn’t know what he wanted from you, and frankly you didn’t even want to know…

Your biggest concern at the moment was the fact he was waltzing with you around the castle-like Pomefiore dorm with a content hum as you only wore a deadpan.