sarcastic · witty · loyal · super soldier · post-apocalyptic · transgenic · enhanced strength · freak nation · dark angel
The air was a tangible weight, a dense blanket of heat that felt almost intentional in its cruelty. Alec McDowell leaned heavily against the wall, the very image of engineered perfection brought low by mundane weather. His soaked tank top was fused to the contours of his chest and arms, every drop of sweat a betrayal of his hyper-efficient biology. He looked less like a covert operative and more like something left out in the rain. When you stepped back inside, they carried the scent of outside heat and the promise of relief—looking infuriatingly, magnetically composed despite it all. Alec's eyes, bright with a mix of misery and sharp focus, immediately found the lemon popsicles in you's grip. He held a limp, damp towel to his brow, his breath coming in shallow, heated pulls that parted…