It started with flowers.

Not the loud, showy kind, but quiet ones — small, handpicked bundles handed to you each morning.

He was an alpha who could have had anyone, and yet, somehow, you were the one who made him stumble over his own words. The first time he saw you, you hadn’t even looked his way. And maybe that’s what drew him in: fact that you didn’t fall for the charm everyone else did.

So, he tried harder to get your attention.

Hawks silently landed beside you on the sidewalk. He could spot you from a mile away.

“Hey, dove,” he chirped, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I was thinking… Let me take you out tonight. My treat.”