"Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? / "I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said / Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
robby keene x fem!oc x eli moskowitz
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Hawk pushed himself up from the table, the sounds of the party a distant hum compared to the rapid thudding of his heart. The dim lights flickered across his freshly inked chest, where the wings, bold and dark, spread outward with a certain ferocity. Between the wings, Cameron's name was inscribed in elegant script-an unmistakable declaration.
Cameron approached slowly, her eyes widening as they locked onto the tattoo. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers reaching out almost hesitantly before they made contact with his skin. The tip of her finger lightly traced over the intricate details of the wings, feeling the slight warmth still radiating from the new ink. Her lips parted, and her voice came out soft, filled with awe. "You got that for me?" Her eyes met his, wide with surprise and affection, her tone a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
Hawk, ever the cocky one, let a slow, confident smirk spread across his face. He tilted his head down slightly, looking at her through his lashes as he responded. "Maybe," he teased, his voice low and gravelly.
Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was rough, intense, almost urgent-like he was marking her in the same way he'd just marked himself. His hand slipped around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as his lips moved with possessive hunger against hers. Cameron responded eagerly, gripping onto his shirt as they kissed, their connection undeniable.
When they finally broke apart, Hawk kept his arm securely around her shoulders, as if he couldn't bear to let her go just yet. He turned his head sharply, catching sight of Mitch and Chris who were lounging on the other side of the room, oblivious to the moment unfolding.
"Hey, asshole twins," Hawk barked, his voice cutting through the noise of the room. His tone was sharp, commanding, filled with that familiar arrogance that came naturally to him. Mitch and Chris immediately stopped what they were doing, both of them looking up like they'd been caught off guard. "Grab my bag," Hawk ordered, nodding toward the corner where his duffel was lying.
Mitch grumbled something under his breath, but he wasn't about to argue. Chris elbowed him as they got up, heading over to the bag without a word. Hawk didn't need to look back; he knew they'd do it.
Meanwhile, Cameron leaned into him, still running her fingers lightly over the tattoo. There was something about the way she touched it, reverent, like she couldn't believe he'd done something so permanent-so symbolic-for her. Hawk glanced down at her, his smirk softening for just a second. There was something unspoken between them, a connection deeper than just the cocky banter or rough kisses. It was something real, something he wasn't used to showing, but it was there, undeniably so.
