Angel's Awakening

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ryan's penthouse training facility, casting a warm glow over the room. Christina slowly stirred, her body still feeling the lingering effects of last night's intense battle and the passion that followed. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself resting against Ryan's bare chest, his strong arms securely wrapped around her. The moment felt strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the harsh life she had known before.

Christina had always relied on her strength, both physically and mentally, never allowing herself to be vulnerable. Yet, as she lay there in his embrace, she couldn't deny the shift within her. Something was different. A deep sense of loyalty and devotion settled in her heart, not forced, but instinctual, as if it had always been there, waiting to surface. She wasn't just Ryan's ally now—she was his woman, bound to him in a way she had never been to anyone else.

Ryan stirred beneath her, his sharp eyes meeting hers as a smirk played on his lips. "Morning, sleeping beauty."

She rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "I don't think I've ever slept that well," she admitted, stretching her sore muscles.

"Must be the company," Ryan teased, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her bare shoulder.

Christina let out a soft scoff, but the warmth in her eyes betrayed her. "Cocky bastard."

"Confident," he corrected, leaning in to brush a slow, lingering kiss against her lips. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her just how deep their connection had grown in such a short time.

As they pulled apart, Christina's expression grew more passionate. "From this moment… I'm yours." The words came out naturally, without hesitation, and the moment she said them, she realized how true they were.

She processed her words, but instead of feeling trapped, she felt liberated. She had spent her whole life fighting for control, for power. Now, for the first time, she felt like she belonged—not as someone's tool but as an equal, a partner in something greater.

"So what now?" she asked, tilting her head.

Ryan smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. "Now, we get you settled in. You're part of my world now, Christina. That means training, adventurous missions, and making sure no one ever stands in our way."

A slow, excited grin spread across her lips. "Sounds like my kind of life."

She lay beneath him, their bodies still tangled together as the early morning light streamed into the training facility. Ryan's fingers traced lazy patterns along her arm, his eyes studying her as if committing every inch of her to memory.

"You're mine now," Ryan murmured, his voice low and possessive. He cupped her cheek, tilting her head up so she met his gaze. "And I take care of what's mine."

Christina's heart pounded, but it wasn't from fear or defiance. There was a strange warmth curling inside her, something she hadn't felt in a long time—security. He had proven his strength to her in battle, had dominated her completely, but more than that, he had accepted her for what she was. Not just a tool, not just a soldier, but a person.

She smirked, running a finger along his jawline. "And what exactly does that mean, boss?"

Ryan smirked right back, his grip tightening slightly. "From today, you are my Angel—the one who crushes my obstacles to dust with your strength." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "From now on, you will be called Angel Dust."

The name sent a shiver down her spine, but not from fear. It was a name that symbolized power, destruction, and loyalty—everything she was and everything she had just sworn to be. Christina—no, Angel Dust—grinned, looping her arms around his neck.

"Angel Dust, huh?" she mused, her voice laced with amusement. "I like it."

Ryan's expression darkened with satisfaction. "Good. Because from now on, we rise together."

She pulled him down for another kiss, sealing her fate with a passion that rivaled the fire they had ignited the night before. Their bodies pressed together, warmth radiating between them as their breaths mingled. Ryan's hands roamed possessively over her curves, his fingers tracing along the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was both tender and commanding, a silent declaration of ownership and desire.

Angel Dust surrendered completely, her body molding against his as heat built between them. His lips trailed lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, drawing a quiet gasp from her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as his hands explored her with growing urgency. The air grew thick with longing, every caress deepening the hunger in their gazes. She sighed into his mouth as his grip tightened, pulling her flush against him, their bodies perfectly aligned.

A slow, teasing brush of his lips against hers sent a shudder down her spine, her breath hitching as he pressed against her, every movement deliberate, every touch igniting something primal between them. Time seemed to stretch in the golden light of dawn, their passion unhurried yet consuming continued for hours. As Ryan held her close, the world outside ceased to matter—there was only this moment, the fire between them, and the promise of what was to come.

She was no longer just a mercenary—she was his, bound to him in ways she had never imagined. And as the morning light bathed them in a golden glow, she knew she would follow him into whatever future awaited, crushing anything that dared stand in his way.

Christina chuckled, but there was no denying the way her heart raced at his words. She wasn't just following him out of necessity—she wanted this. She wanted him.

And she was ready for whatever came next.