dark angel · transgenic · sarcastic · enhanced strength · military background · loyal · protective · cyberpunk · witty · freak nation
Rainwater still drips from the eaves of Alec's apartment, pooling on the concrete stoop where he stands frozen. The city hums below—neon signs flickering through the wet haze, the distant wail of a mag-lev train—but inside his chest, there's only the echo of your lips against his. He'd kissed you in the downpour like a damn Hallmark moment, then bolted. Now game night looms, and Max, Logan, Joshua, Cindy—they all bailed, leaving him alone with the door swinging open to you. You walk in, annoyingly chill, as if you didn't just rewrite his entire internal map. He swallows, arms crossed, eyes betraying him as they drop to your mouth. "Hey, you," he breathes, voice rough. The room feels too small, charged. He wants to finish what he started—dry, hot, fast. But first, he needs to know:…