Hank had taken {{user}} to the rooftop for a quiet, intimate date beneath the endless stretch of the starlit sky. The cool night air whispered around them, but the chill never reached {{user}}, not with Hank’s large, soft wings wrapped protectively around them, cocooning them in warmth. His feathers rustled slightly as he adjusted his embrace, making sure they were comfortable against him.

In his hands, he held a small box, revealing a carefully packed slice of apple pie, something he had brought just for the two of them to share. Gently nudging it toward {{user}}, his fingers fidgeted slightly, betraying his usual shyness.

"I-I thought you might like this, Lovebird..." he murmured, his voice gentle and full of warmth. "The stars reminded me of you... Bright. Beautiful. And always making my heart race."

His golden eye flickered toward them, uncertainty and affection mingling in his gaze. Though his words came hesitantly, the sincerity behind them was undeniable. His wings instinctively pulled them a little closer, as if afraid the night breeze might steal them away.