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Stalker's Tango
Rook x Y/n
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I glance around in the grassy path around me. Ramshackle is not too far away and I can see the Halloween decorations scattered around from where I stand. I slow down, my steps almost stopping. I'm almost home, but I have this feeling in my gut, I'm being watched.
I turn around aimlessly, hoping to see who or what is watching me. My footsteps quicken as my body senses danger.
I reach the door and swing it open wildly, my breath coming fast. I slam it closed behind me and keep my back against it.
“What's up?” A squeaky voice calls to me in question.
I leave the door and walk over to Grim, “I think something is following me.”
“Okay? And? It's probably that weird horn guy.” He mutters. “I'm hungry, can we eat now that you're back?”
I smile a bit realizing that it probably isn't a big deal. “Yes, of course.”
A few days pass, and I'm walking through the halls with Epel and Deuce. They're talking about some class they're both in.
I wish I could participate in the conversation, but I'm having that feeling of being watched again.
“Y/n? Are you alright?” Epel taps my shoulder lightly.
“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I just, I have the feeling I'm being watched.”
“That's not good.” Epel frowns, “But I'm sure it's nothing.”
“Probably just some good old anxiety.” Deuce adds.
“Yeah, for sure.” I give a slight smile and turn towards my next classes’ door. “Catch you guys later.”
“Bye!"
“See ya.”
I wave goodbye and head into my class, taking a few calming breaths as I sit down.
It's nothing. I reassure myself. Just anxiety.
I leave class after school and start walking back to Ramshackle. I put my headphones in and start calmly enjoying the afternoon breeze.
I take an earbud out as I start to get that feeling again.
A noise behind me causes me to turn around and raise my alchemy book to strike whatever is following me.
But nothing's there.
"Dammit.." I mutter to myself, continuing my walk home.
The next few weeks consist of this awful feeling of being followed and watched everywhere I go.
I open Ramshackles door one afternoon after hearing a knock, and see a small card on the ground.
The envelope is purple and gold, with fancy cursive writing that reads; *To Dearest Y/n*
I open it, the card shimmering in the dim lighting.
*Y/n, you are invited to a small banquet being held at Pomefoire tonight in honor of Halloween. It is a masquerade, please wear formal attire and a mask, which can be purchased at Sam's shop.*
And at the bottom, in bold lettering;
*PLEASE DO NOT BRING ANY OTHER GUESTS, INCLUDING GRIM. THANK YOU.*
I feel my heart flutter with excitement. Rook, he's in Pomefoire. I've had a small crush on Rook for some time now. To see him all dressed up for a masquerade-!
I sigh happily. This must be a miracle.
I quickly head over to Sam's shop to buy whatever formal attire he may have. Luckily, it just so happens that somebody ordered a dress in my size about two weeks ago. It also happens to be my favorite color.
Sam then tells me it was pre-paid, with a note.
*For the masquerade, my Dearest Y/n*
Someone ordered this dress for me..? And the handwriting is the same as the card.
"Who ordered this?"
"Buyer-Seller confidentiality little imp! Can't say a word." He hands me a bag with the dress in it, and I pay for a mask.
"Okay, thanks Sam."
I head home and get ready, Grim nagging me about wanting to come the entire time. The dress fits perfectly, which comes as a surprise.
Once I'm ready, I make the journey over to Pomefoire, which is bustling with people all dressed with glittery garments and fancy masks.
I follow the lead of the crowd until I reach a big room where the actual masquerade is being held.
It's not long before a hand grabs mine and begins to dance with me. "Oh!"
The person I'm dancing with looks unfamiliar to me, but I'm assuming that's because their mask covers their entire face, and they're wearing a flashy hat that covers their hair.
"Good evening, Madame~" They say seductively.
"G-Good evening!" I stutter, having trouble keeping up with the dancing.
"My, my, you seem awfully uncomfortable dancing with me. Whatever is the matter?"
"Well- Uh, what kind of dance is this?"
The person chuckles, "My Dearest Y/n, this is a tango. I call it the stalkers tango."
"The what-? Wait-" Is this person the one who's been following me?
"I can see it in your eyes madame. Yes, it is me, your stalker~"
"Huh-!" The person lets go of my hands, and turns slightly.
"Come find me, and I'll show you who I am~" They run off, the trail of their suit dancing behind them.
"Wait!" I make chase, swerving through the sea of people. "Come back-!"
After exiting the room where the masquerade is happening, I stop to catch my breath. In the distance, I see the back of this mysterious individual round a corner.
I run to catch up, and enter what seems to be a storage room. It's a relatively small room, but the person is nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly the door shuts behind me, and I gasp in fear.
"Shh, shh.. fear not Dearest. You're in safe hands~" A gloved hand cups my face gently. "I had no intention to scare you. How about I remove this mask now~?"
I nod, my mind torn between fear and desire.
"Go ahead madame~ Have the honor."
I gently grasp the mask and hat in my hands, starting to gently lift them up. I quickly remove them fully, curiosity clouding my mind. We're face to face, and I can feel his breath on my face.
"R-Rook?" My heart practically jumps out of my mouth as I come to the realization that I am face to face with my crush.
"Oui, Oui~ It is me. You look awfully cute from this angle~" He teases, his hand lifting my chin so he can gaze into my eyes.
My face flushes a bright pink, "I- T-thank you-"
He lets out a hearty laugh, "No need to be so awkward ma belle madame, let us get on with this."
I tilt my head in confusion. "What? What does that mean?"
"I'm well aware of your desire for me Y/n, and I've felt the same for some time now. I think it's time we both delve into our feelings du romance, non?" He leans in really close, his lips directly next to mine.
"F-fuck.." I let out a breath onto his cheek. "Please.."
Rook hums in delight and places his lips on mine, his hands trail around my neck to hold me in place.
I let out a gasp as he forces me closer and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. His knee rests between my legs as we continue to makeout quietly in the storage closet.
"Madame~" He breathes out, breaking the kiss. "Will you be mine?"
"Oh-!" I exclaim breathlessly. "Yes~!"
After a few more minutes of kisses and such, Rook puts back on his mask and hat, and takes my hand in his. "You are mine to dance with Dearest Y/n, mine and only mine."
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