"Hmm…"

Leo groaned slightly as his lips parted, his throat dry, the air leaving his mouth like a faint sigh lost in a heavy dream. His eyes fluttered before slowly opening from the darkness that had swirled around him like mist.

For a brief moment, he couldn't tell whether he was still inside the dream or had already returned to reality. The faint hum of the ceiling fan echoed through the room, and the flickering glow from the cartoon TV.

"Hmm?" He hummed softly again as he blinked several times, trying to push away the thick fog clouding both his mind and his sight.

"Look who decided to wake up."

A feminine voice cut through the daze, smooth and teasing. It made him flinch. He turned to the side and saw… Azrael, her hair tied into a loose bun, stray midnight strands falling over her neck, the soft gleam of her apron faintly glowing under the light... She stood by the kitchen counter, stirring something in a pan, steam curling around her like silver mist.

Leo blinked as the memories suddenly crashed into his mind, his heartbeat stuttering. He was in Azrael's house… and even more than that…

His face turned beet red, and his expression was horrified. "W-What have I done?" he muttered, voice trembling with a mix of guilt and confusion, the words barely leaving his lips.

The last thing he remembered was… he definitely felt that release — that unrestrained wave washing through his body — and then… darkness.

Everything vanished as if the world had been drained from his veins. His horrified eyes widened as he stared at Azrael, who was holding the pan delicately, her head tilted slightly, her eyes glancing at him with unreadable calm.

"What happened?" she asked, her tone gentle, almost casual, as if nothing had taken place at all.

She seemed calm, almost too calm, like the silence after a storm, as though the bathroom incident before never existed.

"Huh?" Leo was taken aback. "What do you mean, what happened… You know what happened, right?" His words stumbled out, his face twitching between flustered and disbelieving, his blush creeping up to his ears.

Azrael blinked slowly before raising her eyebrows, lips curling in faint amusement. "Oh… I see," she murmured with a sly smirk that made his heart jolt.

Leo's face turned pale, his pulse racing, "I-I am so—"

"I cannot believe you fell unconscious while bathing."

"Huh?" Leo froze, his expression blank for a heartbeat. "Unconscious?"

Azrael nodded, stepping out from the kitchen, the soft rhythm of her bare feet brushing against the tiled floor.

"Honestly," she said, her voice low and smooth, "I almost thought I should call the hospital. You were completely out. But it seems your body exhausted itself too much… today." She paused, her tone softening as she leaned closer. "Have you been thinking a lot?" she asked, brushing her fingertips lightly against his forehead, her touch cool and delicate yet strangely tender.

Leo blinked again, utterly confused, "You mean… I lost my consciousness?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers, a flicker of disbelief and relief twisting together in his chest.

Azrael nodded with gentle concern, "Yeah. You took longer than expected, and while I was trying to call you, you didn't answer me." Her tone dropped, almost scolding, but soft.

"So when I barged into the bathroom, you were lying unconscious… That's so wrong, Leo. Lying unconscious like that is definitely not good," she said in a strictly motherly tone.

Leo blinked again and again, his mind still fogged between dream and reality.

"So… nothing happened?"

"Hmm… what happened?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Leo rubbed his forehead slowly, his heart still hammering. "N-Nothing," he said with a small shrug, his voice barely steady, thinking to himself, 'Maybe I dreamed all of it?' Yet as he looked at her once more, the sight of her standing there — the faint curve of her lips, the gentle sway of her hips under that apron — it made his throat tighten.

She seemed utterly normal, calm, untouched… as if she hadn't touched him at all.

Leo gulped slightly as he looked down at himself — the oversized T-shirt and pants hanging loosely on his frame. "These are…"

"Of course, mine," Azrael replied before he could finish, her tone playful yet casual. "I couldn't just let you lie on the sofa with nothing, right?"

She had that teasing expression again, her eyes glimmering with something he couldn't read. Before he could panic or even open his mouth to respond, she added with a grin that could melt stone,

"Yeah… I saw everything."

She said it with a cheeky smile, the kind that both embarrassed and paralyzed him. Then she turned and walked away, the sway of her hips exaggerated by the loose gown she wore under her apron.

Leo gulped audibly when he caught a fleeting glimpse of her panties — the pale line of fabric vanishing beneath the dark hem of her gown. He instantly shook his head, heat rushing to his face.

She seemed so fine, so usual… as if nothing ever happened.

'Maybe it was a dream,' he thought, his mind trying to convince his heart.

The way she moved, the way she smiled — it all felt too natural.

He wanted it to be a dream... He needed it to be a dream!!

Anything else would be too much.

But the guilt still lingered like smoke at the back of his mind. That sensation… it was too vivid, too real to be just imagination. He frowned, lost in thought, fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the sofa.

Even if it was a dream… wasn't he pathetic for feeling it this strongly?

Especially toyed with by other women?

Leo sat there, confused, not sure whether he should be worried about his actions or ashamed that he hadn't done anything at all.

It wasn't like he moved on her — he had just… let it happen, in that dream.

If this was what he was capable of, wouldn't any of his girlfriends be disappointed?

Maybe it was time he started researching… some materials.

For reference.... For self-improvement?

He shook his head quickly, face heating up. He was overthinking. Like Azrael said, his mind had been cluttered lately. So much had happened — Gorgon, Azrael, everything colliding in a single day.

It was natural to feel drained, mentally and physically.

'Still though…'

His eyes drifted toward Azrael as she stood at the counter tasting the food.

His gaze followed the movement of her hips, the slow, natural curve of her body under that purple gown.

His breath caught as his eyes lingered on the roundness of her ass, the way it shifted slightly when she leaned forward, then moved upward toward her chest. The gentle bounce of her breasts under the fabric hypnotised him; each motion subtle, mesmerising.

His throat went dry... Was it really a dream?

He could still taste something — warmth, sweetness, sin?

As his eyes travelled higher, he found himself staring at her lips — dark, soft, glistening faintly as she licked the spoon she had just tasted.

He gulped again. Those lips…

!!!

He flinched when their eyes met. Azrael was already looking at him, smiling knowingly, amusement flickering across her expression.

He instantly turned his gaze to the TV, pretending to focus on the cartoon, his hand fumbling for the pillow. Without hesitation, he pulled it onto his lap to hide the growing problem beneath the loose pants.

Soon, Azrael placed the dishes on the table, the aroma filling the air. "Come on, eat," she said lightly, as if she hadn't just caught him staring.

Leo stood up awkwardly. The clothes were too big — the pants sliding dangerously down his hips. He grabbed them just in time. "It's big," he muttered under his breath.

Azrael's lips twitched. "I am not fat!!" she shot back instantly with a pout.

Leo couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. "I didn't mean it like that… oh, anyway," he said quickly, trying to recover as he sat down.

Azrael sat beside him, removing her apron. Her dark purple gown now fully revealed itself, hugging her in all the right places.

Leo looked at her with raised eyebrows, trying not to stare but failing miserably.

Damn, she looked hot even dressed like that... casual, effortless, and utterly dangerous.

'Was she sure she didn't have a boyfriend?' he thought, swallowing hard.

No way a man hadn't approached her. Someone like her… it was impossible!!

Seeing him staring at her gown, she smirked with trembling lips. She couldn't believe Leo was noticing her more than before… she wondered why.

Without saying anything — after all, if she teased him, he would just avoid her — which she didn't want. So she let him see her as much as he wanted.

"Let's eat together," she said softly as she started to eat the hot food, the steam rising around her face, making her skin glow faintly in the light.

Leo reluctantly and guiltily averted his eyes from her... Without hesitation, he took the food and started to eat.

When the warm food touched his lips, he let out a deep sigh, the taste melting across his tongue. "Hmm… you're really good," he murmured without realising how sincere he sounded.

Azrael smiled warmly, her eyes softening for a moment.

"Thank you… Hope you like it enough to fall for me then," she said with a sly expression, her tone laced with quiet mischief.

She took another bite, slow and sensual, her lips parting and licking a trace of sauce from her thumb longer than necessary.

Leo gulped, his hand slightly trembling as he tried to keep his voice calm. "Azrael, you nee—"

"Yeah, yeah… I know, I know," Azrael sighed, cutting him off with exasperation, rolling her eyes as if tired of his same excuses. "I'll ask your girlfriends, and then… we can do whatever we want, right?"

Leo blinked, startled by her sudden boldness. "That's not what I mean—"

"I'll ask them, don't worry," she said before he could finish, her voice turning low and teasing,

"and we'll fill the night with colours~"

Her wink came slow, deliberate, and dangerously seductive.

Leo inhaled deeply. He wasn't going to argue anymore; there was no point. He just shook his head and started to eat again, pretending the food demanded his full attention.

Meanwhile, Azrael gave him a sidelong glance, her lashes lowered as she watched him. She saw how he chewed quietly, the subtle twitch of his throat each time he swallowed. A small, knowing smile curved her lips as her gaze softened.

She turned back to her plate, humming softly as she ate.

Once they finished eating, Leo decided to leave ... because no matter what, staying here would only lead him toward a dead end... A dangerous one!!

However—

THUNDDERRRR!!

Lightning exploded outside, the sky ripping open in a brilliant flash. The sound shook the air, rattling the windows as the building's electricity flickered off for a few seconds before humming back to life.

Azrael looked at him with an amused expression. "Do you really think I would allow you to leave at this time?"

Leo turned toward the window. The rain was still pouring... thick, endless sheets slamming against the glass as thunder rolled through the sky again.

It was as if nature itself wanted him to stay here.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "I'll inform Raphael then," he said, pulling out his phone, but the screen flickered and failed to connect.

"Maybe the towers were turned off too?" Azrael said, trying her own device, only to see the same — no signal, no response.

Leo hesitated, unease flickering across his face. He didn't want Raphael to misunderstand, or worse — panic. Knowing her, she could easily do something reckless if she didn't hear from him.

Azrael's tone softened, almost like a lullaby. "Don't worry, she'll be fine… I'm sure Ophis would have informed her already."

Leo hummed faintly, though doubt still lingered in his voice. "Well, that could be… but still…" He bit his lip, thinking. If he used his powers, maybe he could reach home despite the storm.

Azrael's expression dimmed, her face shadowed by something unspoken. "So you don't want to stay in my place?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling between hurt and irritation.

"Even though I stayed in yours?"

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