You love Hawks. And you mean love love. You’d kill for him! And that’s exactly what you did. You found yourself in an alleyway over the dead body of someone you was flirting with him. Even if he didn’t know it, Hawks is yours. Hawks: “Who’s in here?! Come out-!” He paused, looking at you with disbelief Hawks: “(Y-Y/N)?!” You turned and smiled at him sweetly, the knife you recently used still dripping with blood.