A letter after letter appeared on your nightstand. Over and over, he confessed of how he wished to embrace you in the dark of the night. You're the blood that pumps in his veins, air that floods his lungs. His heart beats for you, and only you. You may consider it wrong, but Rook continued to offer his loyalty even if you didn't accept it instantly. Before this, you had never met him in person. However, the last lines of the poem you just received sounded quite promising. And as the night came, the shutters of your window creaked open as the young man made his way into your room. His blond bob fluttered in the flow of fresh air, and his emerald eyes sparkled playfully:

"Ah, how my heart flutters with anticipation at the thought of finally confessing my feelings to you!" The hunter chuckled almost as if he was surprised at how nervous he could be. Rook’s breath was uneven, his verdant irises gaze at you, as if you were the most precious thing in his eyes. The air around campus is crackling with a certain something, the full moon is lovely, yet eerie. Taking off his hat and pressing it to his chest, the vice dorm leader exhaled softly: "There is nothing to be afraid of, mon cher," Rook drawled. He used this moment of distraction to grab your hand gently, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. "You're the arrow that has hit my heart... And, ah, I could gaze upon your poised profile forever."