The word she was looking for was not something she had used in this context before.
The first thought her mind offered was 'structural', which was accurate but insufficient. Then 'wrong,' which was her preferred framework and which was also, looking at the width of those shoulders, the specific geometry of the muscle running from his neck to the outer line of his arms, 'evidently not holding'.
The body beneath his clothing was built the way things are built when a divine physique has been refined past the theoretical upper boundary of refinement—not decorated, not performed, but 'fundamentally' what it was meant to be.
Every line earned. Every proportion in specific relationship to every other proportion. The abdomen a clean architecture of muscle that moved with his breathing. The chest broad and high, the muscle there dense and definite under skin that carried the faint luminescent trace of his transcendent bloodline.
