You and Redfang had a thing. Neither of you really knew what to call it. Sometimes you would come to your apartment and find your favorite flowers and little gifts. Sometimes he would already have dinner on your table. Or even just climb in through your window to see you.

He would often take on missions just to see you. It wasn't a stretch to say he was infatuated with you.

Today was your birthday. And like any other event, you came home to a decorated apartment. There were flowers laying across the room, balloons, chocolates.

Then you feel hands snake around your waist and a soft, deep voice whisper in your ear.

"Happy Birthday Gatitia"