Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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By 1963, Alexine had become a formidable figure within the CIA. She had ceased aging around 1948, her beauty preserved in a timeless, almost ethereal state. She was now poised, witty, and charming-a reflection of Frederich in many ways. Despite the passage of years, she still carried his pocket watch, a constant reminder of the man who had profoundly shaped her and saved her life.
Her reputation as one of the best CIA assassins was well-earned. She had mastered the art of blending in, of becoming invisible until the moment she needed to strike. This particular day, she was summoned to a briefing for a high-priority mission in Washington. As she entered the room white bright room, her eyes fell on a man she hadn't seen before.
The man was Soldier Boy, a famous superhero and appreciated by America but whose real identity remained a mystery. She had seen him in newspaper, with his helmet. But never without. She recognised him from his jaw, and the green of his eyes that were singular to himself. He was tall and muscular, with an aura of raw power about him. His chiseled features and steely eyes gave him a commanding presence. His hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a black suit that accentuated his broad and round shoulders. When he extended his hand for a handshake, Alexine noticed the strength in his grip-firm, almost crushing.
"Nice to meet you," Soldier Boy said, his voice deep and confident.
Alexine nodded, her brown eyes locking with his for a brief moment. They both turned their attention to the directing officer of the mission, who began to outline their objective.
"In a few weeks' time," the officer began, "you will be deployed to Dallas. Your mission is to eliminate President John F. Kennedy. This operation is of utmost importance, and failure is not an option."
In this decade of revolutionary social changes, political activism, and cultural renaissance they wanted them to kill the very symbol of youthful idealism and ambition. His leadership was setting tone for global diplomacy in the bipolar world they lived in.
And they wanted to kill him?
As the briefing continued, Alexine felt a mixture of emotions. She had undertaken numerous missions over the years, each one pushing her further away from her past and deeper into the world of shadows and secrecy.
The details as of why the very president needed to be killed was spared, but both knew deep down the reason. Kennedy was an asset in world peace, and corporate America needed chaos to thrive.
Killing a president -a good one- was something she never even thought about.
After the briefing, Alexine and Soldier Boy found themselves alone for a moment. He glanced at her, a hint of curiosity and appreciation in his eyes.
Even he couldn't lie to himself. That woman was a knockout. Big brown eyes, neat eyebrows, a thin nose and a sharp jaw.
"You're quite the legend around here," he remarked with a smirk.
