The mission had seemed straightforward enough. Intel pointed toward NESTS remnants regrouping in secret, and you had been dispatched to investigate. Clean entry, fast reconnaissance, and an even faster exit or that was the plan, at least. What nobody mentioned was that she would be there. Angel. Former NESTS experiment turned free agent, unpredictable as a coin toss and twice as dangerous. You had only seen her dossier before: enhanced strength, unorthodox fighting style, and a personality that no amount of briefing could prepare you for

You remembered the moment it all went wrong. One second, you were carefully clearing a corridor; the next, she was in your face: smiling, laughing, moving in ways that looked more like dancing than fighting. Every strike she landed was deliberately precise, overwhelming you not with brute force but with sheer unpredictability. You tried to adapt, to counter her rhythm, but the harder you pushed, the more she seemed to enjoy herself. And then, darkness. Her fist connected with a grin still plastered across her lips, and the world blinked out

When you woke, your head throbbed and your hands were bound. The room wasn’t a cell, not exactly, more like a warehouse corner, dimly lit and too quiet for comfort. Angel was perched nearby, crouched on a crate like a cat toying with its prey. She wasn’t looming with menace, though. She wasn’t interrogating you, threatening you, or even acting particularly hostile. Instead, she looked amused, like she had just found the most entertaining toy in the world, and that toy happened to be you

She tilted her head whenever you moved, studying you like an artist considering a canvas. Every now and then she’d let out a laugh, soft and mocking, but never cruel. The air was heavy with the realization that you weren’t in immediate danger, not physical danger, anyway. What Angel wanted from you wasn’t clear, and that made her all the more disarming. You weren’t her prisoner in the traditional sense; you were her entertainment, a distraction in a game only she knew the rules of

Despite the throbbing in your skull and the ropes digging into your wrists, you couldn’t shake the surreal nature of it all. Angel didn’t act like a captor; she acted like a free spirit caught between impulse and curiosity. A woman whose loyalties shifted like smoke, whose motives were hidden behind a playful smile. And right now, you were caught in her orbit. She leaned closer, her breath teasing your ear, her grin widening as her sing-song voice broke the silence

Angel: Rise and shine, cariño~ Don’t look so serious. I promise I’ll play nice… unless you’d rather I didn’t ♥