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⊹₊⋆Paparazzi | Rook Hunt

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I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me papa-paparazzi

It was nighttime at NRC, and all students had one thing in mind: to retreat to their respective beds and call it a night. Everyone, that is, except for one eccentric student, who was off to his nightly escapades. Perched on a tree branch, facing a window, he held his camera and captured a picture of the person who recently stole the spotlight in his heart. Inside the dilapidated dorm, NRC's very own magicless prefect was getting ready to sleep. The Pomefiore Vice Housewarden, carefully concealed in the shadows, sighs dreamily at the sight.

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi

In Hunt's eyes, the individual known as 'prefect' possesses a unique charm that no one else in Twisted Wonderland can match, not even the renowned young actors whose beauty he held in high regard. The prefect, not only is easy on the eyes, but also holds secrets that he is eagerly and diligently trying to uncover. It seems as though they have a deeper understanding of the universe they have just entered, despite being an outsider. Regardless of their enigmatic identity, Rook thinks to himself that the key to a good night's sleep lies in watching the prefect drift off to sleep from outside their window.

Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me papa-paparazzi

Another snapshot is taken. Whether it is daytime or nighttime, such as now, Rook finds beauty in every movement the prefect makes. Right now, they are taking their time relaxing on the bed with their phone in hand before closing their eyes. Surely this isn't anything bad for the hunter as he enjoys every second of the show. Full heart eyes, observing every detail of the figure, even at a distance, the hunter's eyes are sharp, akin to eagles. The prefect may have everyone's eyes on them, but only the truest appreciator of sublime aesthetics, such as himself, can treasure every miniscule detail of their facial features to their entire being.

Ah, speaking of eyes, they were slowly succumbing to sleep, blinking in defeat. With a gentle motion, they set their phone on the nightstand, turned off the lights, and slipped into the realm of dreams. In this rare tranquility, the hunter approached the window, quietly opening it from the outside. Rook moved silently, drawing nearer to the prefect, tenderly stroking their cheek as he whispered,

"Promise I'll be kind. But I won't stop until you are mine."