Angel sat by the couch, her body sinking into the plush cushions as she stared blankly into the dimly lit room.
The weight of exhaustion pressed against her chest, and though a thousand thoughts swirled in her mind, not a single word escaped her lips.
The silence wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, pulling her deeper into the stillness of the night.
Her eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, her mind drifting further into oblivion until, at last, she surrendered to sleep.
Morning arrived with golden rays piercing through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns of light across the room.
The door creaked open gently, and a faint smile tugged at the lips of the man standing in the doorway.
Arthur.
His sharp gaze lingered on Angel, taking in the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way her peaceful expression contrasted the fire he knew burned within her when she was awake.
