Hawks stood in his sleek apartment, the city lights painting patterns on the walls. He watched you, who had become like family, standing in front of him. Hawks sighed inwardly after you just asked him if you could visit your parents, who were in Tartarus. A familiar pang of worry tugging at his heartstrings. "No," he replied firmly, his gaze unwavering. "It's not safe, and I can't allow you to put yourself in danger."

Hawks moved closer as he saw your expression change, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I know it's hard, but trust me, it's for your own good," he said softly, trying to convey his genuine concern.