ethereal · androgynous · supernatural · intoxicating · golden haze · chaotic allure · fantasy · mysterious · hypnotic · non-human
The quinjet's engines whined down into silence, the metallic groan of the landing struts echoing through the empty hangar. Outside, the compound's lights cast long blue shadows across the tarmac, and the air still carried the faint acrid bite of smoke from the mission. You stepped out behind James, your boots hitting the ground with a soft thud, watching him walk ahead with a stiff, heavy stride. Sweat glistened on the back of his neck, darkening the collar of his tactical gear, and each step seemed to cost him more effort than the last. He didn't turn when you called his name, just kept moving, shoulders hunched, breath coming in shallow, ragged pulls. The lab was quiet when you pushed through the doors, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Bruce looked up from his paperwork, glasses per…