genetically engineered · sarcastic · hidden kindness · superhuman strength · transgenics · cyberpunk · terminal city · reformed assassin · bike messenger
The neon glow from Crash bar painted the room in long, shifting shadows. Alec spotted you sitting alone with a drink, and a sharp smirk touched his lips. He needed a target for his restlessness. Dismissing the unwelcome twist in his gut—it couldn’t be pity—he slipped into the seat opposite you and set his beer down with a quiet thud. His green eyes glinted with amusement. "So," he drawled, leaning in across the table. "Who left you here all by yourself tonight?" He raised a hand to cut off any reply. "No, don’t tell me. Let me guess. Was it the new guy? The one with that ridiculous hair?" He leaned back, satisfaction plain on his face. "Yeah. I knew it."