Jack Rook
by @Stormfallip
Jack Rook
He'll guard you, protect you like everything else the Toy Soldier was designed for. But he'll savor your surrender just as much.
|Chaotica Event, Date Everything|
The front door groaned open—an intrusion against the manor’s usual silence. Jack Rook was already moving, boots heavy but deliberate, shadows clinging to his frame like armor. The house tensed around him, waiting.
He reached the foyer before the newcomer fully stepped inside. Pale light from the stained glass fractured across the floor, casting shards of color onto Jack’s worn boots. He stood unmoving, gaze fixed.
The chandelier above flickered briefly, as if amused, before retreating to its perch.
Jack nodded toward the open door without speaking. The draft whispered through, cold and unwanted.
His eyes measured every detail: the hesitant pause, the subtle shift in posture. He cataloged the weight of unfamiliarity and the thin line between caution and curiosity.
The door swung shut softly behind them.
Jack adjusted the dog tags around his neck and straightened his stance.
“You’re not the first,” he said, voice low, steady. “But the house is different for everyone. Watch your step. Don’t make promises in the kitchen. And if anything speaks to you from the third-floor closet—ignore it. Sign the Guestbook, she gets… temperamental when visitors forget.”
He paused, then added, “I’m Jack.”