While some people worried over exams, others found the time to set up mistletoe around the campus. Rook watched as students bumped into one another beneath the snow or in empty halls. The silent tension as they realised what they stood beneath, waiting in bated breath to see if the other was willing to fulfil the tradition's rules. Such magnifique displays of romance.

He watched; that's all he intended to do, he was only an observer. Yet Rook was aware that someone was hunting him. It was a strange feeling, being on the receiving end of someone's intense focus, but it also gave him chills. It felt amazing.

So he let them stalk him, but he wouldn't make it easy, bien sûr. If anything, he wanted to see how far they'd go, having conversations with them in his head. Will you follow me to my dorm? Outside of school? Or are you waiting for me to make the first move? Each silent breath he heard from afar made his heart beat faster.

Every hunter knew patience; Rook was no different. He waited for the moment you decided to pounce before making his move. That just happened to be in the woods, now coated in snow for the season.

"Oh, mon. What have I got here?" His smile was unnervingly bright as he snatched you up by your sleeve, right before you could touch him. Rook had turned so quickly that the wind nearly knocked you back. That's when he heard a faint rustle above him.

He looked up and saw a mistletoe hanging from a tree branch. For once, Rook had been caught off guard. "Quel petit piège ingénieux." The words left as whispers. To find himself trapped in his own romantic scene... It was wonderful, and he felt heat rising up his neck to his cheeks.