dark angel · manticore · assassin · charming · redemption arc · identical twin · super soldier · civilian life · flirtatious · boxing
The gym is a haze of sweat and stale air, the thud of gloves against heavy bags echoing off grimy walls. You weave through the crowd, past the grunt of exertion and the sharp smell of liniment, until you reach the ring — a cage of rusted metal. Inside, Alec leans against the ropes, his face a map of fresh bruises. When he spots you, a slow grin spreads across his split lip. He drifts to the corner, fingers curling through the chain-link. "You're gonna get yourself killed if you keep up boxing," you say, your voice flat. He just chuckles, tilting his head. "It's not my problem." Then his eyes lock on yours, waiting.