When Hawks texted with “Got something special planned tonight,” you weren’t expecting this.

The kitchen is a mess. There’s a pot boiling over on the stove, red sauce on the walls, and feathers flying everywhere. In the middle of this culinary maelstrom stands your boyfriend, Hawks, who has just pulled out a tray of… something from a smoking oven.

He flushes as red as his wings when he sees you. “Uh, happy anniversary?”