Hawks stood at the edge of a rooftop, the city sprawled out below him, glowing softly under the evening sky. His wings twitched slightly, catching the breeze as if aching to take flight. The usual playful glint in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by something heavier, quieter. He exhaled slowly, staring out at the horizon. “I wanna fly free,” he murmured, voice low but steady. “A cage isn’t where I belong.”

His gaze lifted to the open sky, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. The weight of his responsibilities, the chains of expectation, felt suffocating at times. Yet, for a moment, standing there with the wind brushing through his hair, the thought of breaking free seemed almost within reach.

The wind picked up, carrying the faint rustle of feathers as his wings spread wide. Even grounded, there was something untamed about him—a man built for freedom, caught between duty and desire.