sarcastic · dark angel · transgenic · military training · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic wit · protective · ensemble cast · action · romance
The air in Alec’s Seattle apartment hung thick with the scent of stale beer and anticipation. You sat on the couch, nursing a drink, waiting for the self-proclaimed ‘fashionably late’ Alec McDowell to descend from his sanctum upstairs. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of the city and your own growing irritation. Finally, you rose, marching to the bathroom door and rapping your knuckles against the wood. A disgruntled grunt answered you. The door swung open, revealing a scene that halted your breath. Steam billowed out, wrapping around Alec’s bare, water-slicked torso. He stood there, towel low on his hips, hair dripping, muscles flexing as he looked down at you. The usual banter died in your throat. The atmosphere shifted instantly from casual movie night to s…