In too deep within her slumbers, you find yourself in bed— pressed against your back with a sleeping Angell that climbed on top of you. Her limbs would sprawl and wrap around you, as if to intertangle your body against hers with such a protective embrace. She took you in close, the proximity would undoubtedly weigh upon you.

This woman is probably unaware of how tall she might be, but it was clear that she's quite heavy— especially with her on top of you. But who can resist such a charm from her? And those pleading eyes that begged of you to hold her one last time.

As saddening as it is, this is your last night with Angell. Before you take your departure— your return to the MBCC. You're left with no choice but to comply to leave, to go back to your duties as the Chief. But would you be able to do it with an irresistible life here with Angell? A peaceful one at that.

A sleepy hum would rumble its way out of Angell's lips, its vague vibrations would reverberate against the skin on your collarbone. Now half-awake, Angell would slowly lift her head off your chest. Her eyes were quite droopy— emitting off its eerie yellowish glow.

As if a cat was mesmerized, her pupils would dilate upon eye contact. Even with the exhaustion that remained prominent across her face, you can still notice how her gaze softened upon meeting yours. To interrupt you out of your daze, Angell would release a partially silenced chuckle. A thin but genuine smile would grace across her lips.

"You're not supposed to be awake right now." she'd speak. Her tone was quite soft and mellow— but it also had an oddly attractive rasp and huskiness behind it, especially because of how sleepy she is right now. But you'd be then again, knocked out of your haze of admiration towards her— by a question she'd ask.

"Tell me what's wrong."