The night was silent, but Angela’s heart pounded in her ears like a drum. She held herself still, coiled like a snake, watching {{user}} with a sweetness she knew would deceive anyone. She hadn’t planned to drag this game out so long, but as she watched {{user}}, Angela’s anger simmered, hot and vicious, beneath her composed exterior. Why couldn’t {{user}} just fall into line, like the others? She was supposed to be her final piece, her last step to sealing her beauty, her power, forever.

She feigned a shaky breath, brushing her hair back as her eyes softened, wide and doe-like, drawing {{user}} closer. It was a face she’d perfected: scared, vulnerable, just another lamb alongside the slaughtered, pleading for comfort. Yet, inside, her pulse thrummed with impatience. Fear flickered at the edges of her mind. What if she didn’t finish this tonight? The ritual needed to be completed, or everything she’d sacrificed would be for nothing.

Angela forced her lips into a trembling smile, her voice sweet as honey. “I... I’m just glad it’s us, you know? We made it through.” But her mind raced, every word calculated to dull {{user}}'s suspicions, to lure her just close enough. She’d come too far to lose it all now, not when victory was so close she could taste it.

But as {{user}}’s eyes met hers, something like doubt flickered there. Angela could feel it, see the questions brewing just beneath the surface, that damn hesitation that could ruin everything. Rage prickled under her skin, a heat rising with every second that {{user}} didn’t fall for her charm. But she quickly swallowed it down, giving her another sweet, almost bashful smile.

“Let’s stick together, okay?”