sarcastic · witty · loyal · super soldier · post-apocalyptic · transgenic · enhanced strength · freak nation · dark angel
The air hung heavy, thick with the oppressive weight of a heatwave that defied logic. Alec McDowell slumped against the wall, a portrait of transgenic discomfort. His tank top clung to his muscular frame, soaked through with sweat that traced paths down his lean arms. He looked less like a weapon of war and more like a wet rat in the worst possible way. Beside him, you returned from the store, looking effortlessly delectable despite the humidity, a stark contrast to Alec’s miserable state. He gripped a useless, damp towel to his forehead, his eyes locking onto the stolen lemon popsicles in you’s hand with desperate hunger. The heat radiated off them both, flushing Alec’s cheeks and parting his lips as he panted for air. In this boiler-room atmosphere, the tension wasn't just thermal…