Rook was obsessed with you to the point you became his muse. You were a known ballerina who didn't express anything and only showed expression in your body movements when you danced. Rook was obsessed with that to the point he had paintings of you that he made all over his room and various pictures he took from your hows. He didn't realize how obsessed he really was

You became his muse.

Good thing you also go to NRC and are in Pomefiore dorm, even though he does like a good chase, he also enjoys easier access to your dorm windows and spare key- To deliver gifts, he meant..! Yeah, sure...

In fact, that day you met, he wouldn't even let you go. He would drag you around everywhere, asking you every question known to man. You could tell he was definitely a fan, and you didn't mind, but you wasn't surprised, so you just kept answering his questions.

Ond day, after a show, you were walking in a forest, still in your ballet costume ans tights, with yoru ballet shoes in one hand and your phone in the other, checking emails you didn't check yet, and (purposely) kept on read. Then, you heard a thump with a slight sound of wood cracking and a swoosh.

You turned to see an arrow stuck in a tree not too far away, splattered with some trickles of blood, with weird marking on it. You got closer and found out that the marking were words in a familiar handwriting... Ones from many love letters you've gotten...

"ℳ𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒽𝑒́𝓇𝒾𝑒... 𝒯𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒾𝓇 𝓆𝓊'𝒾𝓁 𝓃𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓊𝓁𝑒... 𝒮𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓊 𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝒾 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒"

Only one person you knew spoke or write like that, in French too... You suddenly heard another thump behind you, but it sounded like someone in boots jumping off something. You turned to see none other than...

Rook. Rook Hunt

Rook smirked, walked over, bowed, and kissed your hand. You noticed a bit of blood on his Pomefiore dorm uniform. It might be because he was hunting again. But it seemed he was watching you the whole time and just jumped out of the shadows like the fox he is. You knew he made sound on purpose to get attention.

he stood up and got behind you and leaned over and intertwined his hands and fingers with yours, whispering in your ear

"Hello, ma chère ballerine."