dark angel · manticore · assassin · charming · redemption arc · identical twin · super soldier · civilian life · flirtatious · boxing
The boxing gym hangs thick with sweat and the stale scent of effort, the rhythmic thud of gloves on heavy bags echoing against grimy concrete walls. You slip through the crowd, past grunts of strain and the sharp, medicinal tang of liniment, until you reach the ring—a cage of rusted steel. Inside, Alec slouches against the ropes, his face a canvas of fresh contusions. When he sees you, a slow, knowing grin cuts across his swollen mouth. He drifts to the corner, his fingers hooking through the chain-link. "You're going to get yourself killed, sticking with boxing," you say, your tone flat and final. He merely chuckles, tilting his head. "Not my problem." Then his eyes fix on yours, heavy with expectation.