Twst Wonderland x Reader One shots

Warnings: yandere!Rook, stalking, obsession

It was never supposed to be you.

Rook Hunt’s heart belonged to Vil—the epitome of elegance and control. A walking portrait of discipline, beauty, and ambition. The sun Rook chose to orbit.

But then you appeared.

You weren’t loud or attention-seeking. You didn’t command the room like Vil did. 

And still—you drew people in. Quietly. Naturally.

There was a stillness in you that made people lean in. A gentleness that made them feel seen. A way of speaking, moving, existing that left Rook breathless.

He couldn’t explain it.

You were like a poem he hadn’t read yet. 
And he became obsessed with reading every line.

He tried, at first, to admire from afar. 
He watched the way you paused before speaking—like you were choosing the exact right word. 
He watched the way your gaze held steady even when others turned away. 
He watched the way you walked, not with grace, but with purpose.

And soon—watching wasn’t enough.

He needed to know everything. 
Where you went when you left class early. 
What books you borrowed. 
What scent clung to your scarf when you wore it on rainy days.

He followed silently. Swiftly. Lovingly.

Not like a shadow—shadows are empty. 
Rook was present. Always. 
The breeze when you opened your window. 
The warmth in a hallway when you thought you were alone.

He left tokens. 
A perfect white feather on your desk. 
A note scrawled in careful calligraphy slipped between the pages of your planner. 
A golden ribbon tied around your doorknob after exams.

You started to notice. 
Not him, but the weight of being observed.

And yet… you never seemed afraid.

The confrontation came gently.

You caught him, finally—on a walk near the east gardens. You turned a corner and he was simply there, like he always had been.

Still. Waiting.

“Rook,” you said calmly. “How long?”

He smiled, as if this were a confession. 
“Since the first time I saw you pause to admire the sunset alone. I knew then I was already lost.”

“You’ve been watching me.”

“Oui. Closely. Constantly. Devotedly.” 
No guilt. Just adoration.

“That’s… unsettling.”

“It should be,” he said, stepping closer. “And yet, here you are. Still facing me.”

You didn’t speak. 
Didn’t run. 
Didn’t break eye contact.

He took that as permission.

“You fascinate me,” he whispered, “in ways that make poetry seem lifeless. I know how you take your tea. I know the way your eyes shift when you're deep in thought. I know you hum to yourself when you think no one hears.”

Your pulse jumped.

“You’re insane.”

He grinned. “I am in love.”

You should have walked away.

Instead, you touched his face.

And he froze, as if a single breath might shatter the moment.

“I don’t know if this is love,” you said softly. “But I want to find out.”

That was all he needed.

He dropped to his knees—hands trembling, eyes bright with something both reverent and feral.

“Je suis à toi.” 

You let him in after that.

Let him sit by your window at night. 
Let him walk you to class without saying a word. 
Let him slip your favorite fruit into your bag before lunch.

He never stopped watching.

But now—you watched him back.

And somehow, that made everything feel even more dangerous.

Even more perfect.

Translation:

Je suis à toi- I am yours

A/n: not gonna lie, I had to find romantic quotes that best fit Rook's personality