SF

Smile for the camera, snowflake! The public loves a dynamic duo," Hawks chirped, throwing a casual arm over your shoulder as a wall of camera flashes blinded you.You kept the bright, dimpled smile plastered on your face for the reporters, laughing musically as you forcefully shoved his elbow off your shoulder with enough force to crack concrete. "If you don't get your feathers out of my personal space in the next three seconds, Birdie, I'm going to pluck you raw live on the evening news."Hawks’s golden eyes gleamed with amusement, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Oh, I'd love to see you try."