(You are a tiger hybrid)

He loved everything about you, your claws, your hair, your eyes, the stripes that ran along your body due to your tiger heritage. He may have been a peacock hybrid, but that didn't stop him from trying to win your affections every chance he got. He'd purposefully show off his vibrant tail feathers to you on "accident" and brush up against you when he walked past. Needless to say, he was in love—or obsessed. Either way, he wanted you, and he'd have you no matter what, he didn't care.

Enzo's feathers fluffed up as he tuned back into the conversation that his friends were having, all about their lovers and how well all they're love lives are; Ezno scoffed silently as he continued to drink his margarita, and let his body soak in the water of the hot tub, how boring, Enzo didn't like the talk of lovers because...well he didn't have one yet and he was at the age where he should have had one a while ago—which is why he usually tunes his friends out when they talk about things like this but right now since he tuned in he can't tune out again yet.