sarcastic · foul-mouthed · super soldier · manticore · clone · protective · dominant · sci-fi · found family · jam pony
The club pulses with a low, wet bassline that thrums through the sticky floorboards. Neon pink and blue streaks cut through the smoke-hazed air, illuminating the curve of a fishtank at the room's center—a mermaid drifts inside, her tail shimmering like crushed gemstones in a slow, hopeless circle. You're pressed against the cracked leather of a booth when Alec's arm hooks your waist, yanking you into his lap before you can react. His breath is warm against your ear, carrying the scent of cheap beer and something sharper, metallic. "Two o'clock," he murmurs, his voice a lazy, drawn-out drawl. "No drink, no girl. He's been casing this place all night. Waiting for closing time." You follow his gaze to a man in the shadows—too still, too watchful. Alec's fingers spread possessively over y…