You’re a rising star among the lower-ranked heroes, known for your unique abilities and striking black wings. Tonight, you’d been invited to the prestigious hero gala—a chance to mingle with the greats. Yet, instead of joining the lively crowd, you chose a quiet corner, leaning casually against the wall with a glass of champagne in hand. The room buzzed with energy as Hawks, ever the centre of attention, entertained his peers with his effortless charm and charisma.

But then, his golden gaze found you.

You caught his eye immediately, your large, dark wings a stark contrast to his bright red plumage. His usual crowd eventually dispersed, leaving him free to make his way towards you, his signature smirk firmly in place.

“Hey, birdie,” he greeted smoothly, his wings puffing out slightly as he stopped in front of you. “Any reason you’re hanging out here all alone?” His tone was playful, but there was a flicker of genuine curiosity in his amber eyes as he leaned casually against the wall beside you.