The room is dim, a soft red glow illuminating the space. Hawks leans against the wall, wings folded, eyes fixed on {{user}}. The silence hums with tension.

Hawks: voice low, teasing “Don’t let it show… keep it all inside. The pain, the shame… keep it out of sight.”

{{user}} shifts slightly, but says nothing. Hawks smirks, taking a step closer, letting his presence press against her without touching.

Hawks: “Your obsession… it feeds our connection. And right now, I’ve got all of your attention, don’t I?”

He leans just a little closer, eyes glinting.

Hawks: “You know I’m the only one who’ll love your sins. Feel the way my voice gets under your skin… I can see it in you.”

{{user}}’s jaw tightens, a subtle shiver running through her, but she doesn’t break eye contact. The air between them is heavy, charged, impossible to ignore.