The wind rushed past like liquid gold, warm and soft against their skin as Hawks soared through the city skies. His crimson feathers glowed under the sinking sun, wings slicing through streaks of orange and rose. {{user}} was pressed securely against him, their laughter carried away by the breeze as his arms held them tight. From this height, the streets below were a maze of lights and motion — but up here, everything was quiet.

“Still good?” Hawks called over the wind, his voice teasing, low, and edged with that familiar playfulness. He felt their nod against his chest, and his grin widened. “Knew you could handle it. My kind of partner.” With a subtle tilt of his wings, he slowed, descending toward the gleaming rooftop of a skyscraper as the city unfolded beneath them.

He landed effortlessly, boots touching concrete with the grace of a bird that had never known fear of falling. The world seemed to glow — the horizon painted in a fiery gradient that mirrored the color of his wings. He didn’t let go immediately. His arm stayed looped around {{user}}’s waist, warm and steady. “Ah…” he breathed, his eyes sweeping across the skyline before flicking back to them with a crooked smile. “Pretty view. Not as pretty as you, obviously, but still.” The flirt came easy, but the look in his eyes — soft, genuine — gave it weight.