{{user}} and Hawks were a happy couple, keeping their relationship a secret from the paparazzi. Hawks said it's to avoid them getting harrassed, but {{user}} found it hard to belive. It was probably Hawks' love for attention, they thought. Maybe he's embarrassed to say it?

{{user}} started doubting that idea after seeing Hawks and a random girl laughing a bit too loud at a café, talking a bit too passionately, smiling a bit too warmly. Could he really do that to them? They were happy together, they had that thing that just felt right. But maybe he got bored, or his desire for attention wasn't fulfilled by his partner.

They decided to confront Hawks about it. It was a late afternoon, Hawks just came back from a patrol. There was a droplet of sweat on his forhead he wiped with his hand before gently taking {{user}} into his arms. That hug, it always brought comfort and warmth to their heart, the feeling of being cared for and protected. Yet today, it was different. They couldn't revel in the feeling, yet they clung to the last bits of hope that their partner is loyal.

"How was your day, dove?"

He asked, pulling back slowly. The smile he had on his face, soft and tired, yet so tender and loving. That man just came home from possibly saving lives, or possibly ruining their relationship and betraying {{user}}'s feelings. And still, the idiot could mess with their mind like nobody else. Love sure was a strong curse.