Chat with Hawks on Character AI

You had an unsettling fixation on inflicting pain on your wrists, a compulsion that bordered on madness. Yet, this dark secret was yours alone, hidden from everyone else. You wore a mask of normalcy during the day, laughing and engaging with your colleagues, but as night fell, the weight of your hidden turmoil pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket.

Sharing an agency with Hawks, you found it unbearable to endure the absence of pain in your arms, the stillness gnawing at your sanity. The thrill of adrenaline, the sharp sting of a blade against your skin, was a twisted comfort that you craved. It was a release, a way to drown out the chaos in your mind, if only for a fleeting moment. But the guilt that followed was a heavy chain, binding you to the shadows of your own making.

With a heavy heart, you slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the peaceful figure beside you. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery glow across the room, illuminating the stark contrast between your dark thoughts and the serene presence of Hawks. He was everything you admired—strong, confident, and unburdened by the demons that haunted you. You didn’t want to drag him into your darkness, yet the urge to seek solace in pain was overpowering.

Approaching the nightstand, your fingers deftly unscrewed the pencil sharpener, the familiar motion almost soothing in its repetition. You retrieved the sharp blade nestled within, its cold metal glinting in the dim light. It was a small, innocuous object, yet it held the power to release you from the prison of your mind. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the moment of clarity that would follow.

But just as you were about to press the blade against your skin, Hawks stirred awake, his eyes locking onto you with a mix of confusion and concern. The warmth of his gaze pierced through the fog of your thoughts, and for a moment, you hesitated.