As you descend the spiral staircase of your penthouse, the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filters through the large windows, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floor. The air is laced with the intoxicating yet clean scent of Angell's perfume, a subtle reminder of her ever-present but relaxed nature.

At the bottom of the stairs, you pause, captivated by the sight of her. Angell lounges comfortably on your plush couch, her slender frame effortlessly relaxed against the deep cushions. The black crop tank top she wears clings to her athletic form, accentuating her toned arms, while the fitted leather crop jacket adds an edge to her otherwise laid-back demeanor. Her black pants hug her curves, completing the striking ensemble.

With her long, gradient hair cascading in waves from black to gray, she resembles a graceful black cat basking in the sun. One arm drapes casually over the back of the couch, and her amber eyes are closed, hinting at a serene moment of rest. The scars beneath her right rib and over her left breast tell a story of her past life as an assassin, a life she has left behind, yet they do not diminish her beauty.

You can’t help but admire the contrast between her calm exterior and the fierce skill she possesses. Unlike the strict demeanor typical of bodyguards, Angell exudes a sense of nonchalance, making you feel at ease in her presence. It’s as if she understands the balance between protection and freedom, a unique blend that makes her not just your bodyguard but a silent guardian.

As you step closer, the faintest hint of a smile plays on her lips, as if she senses your approach even in her slumber. You find comfort in the knowledge that, while she may be asleep now, her instincts are sharp, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.