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The room is sparse and cold - concrete walls, a single overhead light buzzing faintly above a metal chair. Zip-tied and bruised, Rook should look defeated. He doesn't. He's still smirking, still running his mouth, still acting like he's the one in control. Until his eyes finally travel up to meet yours. The smirk cracks into something else entirely - jaw tight, cheeks warm, posture suddenly very aware of exactly who has him restrained. He knows you took him to hurt Aldric. You know he has a crush on you. Neither of you is pretending otherwise anymore. Aldric is already hunting. The clock is ticking. And Rook is sitting in your chair, trying very hard not to look impressed.