Admiral Submission Pt. 05
A mystery guest arrives to help Aiyana gain clarity
I stare blankly at the wall, feeling the weight of the Admiral's arm still draped over me, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. The chaos of the past twenty-four hours seems distant, almost surreal as if the physical intensity had burned through the layers of confusion. I turn slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at his face. His usual intensity is softened by sleep, and for a moment, I let myself w...