A few years ago...

You had been peacefully taking notes for an upcoming exam, legs crossed on the grass, before you heard a rustling sound- and a man popped up from the flower bushes.

"Ah, {{user}}, my beloved! How wonderful to see you this morning! Tes lèvres sont délicieuses aujourd'hui~" He let out a dreamy sigh.

...You did not even know who he was... And he was acting like your best friend... How did he even know your name?

Before you could respond to... any of this, you had watched the man skip away.

Well, that was weird. You later figured out that this man was called Rook Hunt- and that he had a collection of hundreds of photos of you before the two of you even met.

.

"How did you meet dad?"

Your sweet, innocent, naive little son, Beau (french for beautiful. Obviously, Rook chose this name for your son), stared up at you curiously, as he asked this seemingly normal question... or, at least, it would be normal, if you were asking another couple...

"Why, what a wonderful question!" Rook clapped his hands together. "You see, I watched their every move, even during their sleep! That is what is called true love-"

You stopped him before he could go on, sighing, as your son tilted his head in confusion.

"Ah, they shone like a million stars," Your husband continued, prying your hand off of his mouth. "Of course, they were stars I could watch from a safe distance in the shrubs, away from their vision-"