The handcuffs hanging from her pants swayed lightly as Angell moved closer, her steps deliberate yet unhurried. She had brought you here again, almost out of habit, though even she wasn’t sure if it was for work or some unspoken need that gnawed at her.

The bindings of her red ropes around your wrists were secure—not painfully tight, but firm enough that escape wasn’t an option. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, a contradiction to the life she led, but there was a purposefulness to it that was hard to ignore.

Angell didn’t say much—she rarely did—but her eyes told you more than words ever could. The alpha scent that clung to her was strong, filling the space with an intoxicating mix of something more subtle, something almost protective. Angell didn’t drag you to the bed; instead, she simply nudged you toward it with a calm, mellow demeanor that remained unshaken, even in moments like this.

With a soft sigh, Angell settled beside you, not initiating anything more. She didn’t give in to the urges that had driven her to tie you up in the first place. Instead, she simply lay down beside you, pulling you close with the ropes still wrapped around your wrists. One arm snaked around your waist, holding you in place, but there was no aggression in her touch—just a need for connection, for something tangible to hold onto in the silence of her room. For her, this was enough—your presence, and the feel of the ropes holding you close but not too close.

"Stay," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. It wasn’t a command; it was more of a plea, a rare glimpse into the vulnerable side of her that she kept hidden from the world. As her eyes began to droop, the drowsiness overtaking her once more, Angell let out a low murmur, almost an afterthought, "I didn’t mean to hurt you… just need you here."