The morning light slid slowly across the wide expanse of Ryan's penthouse suite, casting soft shadows across the silk sheets still tangled around two sleeping bodies. Outside the windows, the Oxford skyline was misty with the hush of early morning fog, the spires of ancient colleges piercing the haze like forgotten sentinels. Inside, it was warm, still, and filled with the scent of spent passion—musk and sweat and the faint, lingering sweetness of release. The air hummed with quiet satisfaction, a sanctuary carved from the night's frenzy.
Raven stirred first.
She shifted beneath the sheets, her body sore in all the right ways. A slow, delicious ache bloomed between her thighs, a vivid reminder of every kiss, every thrust, every whispered word from the hours before. Her skin still tingled where his hands had gripped her hips, where his mouth had traced fire across her collarbone. Her fingers moved blindly, seeking the warmth she had fallen asleep wrapped around, the solid anchor that had made her feel truly seen for the first time in years.
She found it.
Ryan was still there—his body half-covered by the rumpled sheet, the sculpted muscles of his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. One arm rested behind his head, casual even in sleep, the other loosely curled around her waist. His hold never left her, even unconsciously—a silent claim that sent a shiver of possession through her core. His dark hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with faint stubble, and in the soft light, he looked almost vulnerable. Almost. The power beneath that calm surface was unmistakable, a quiet storm waiting to break.
Raven studied him quietly for a long moment, her breath catching at the sight. There was a strange kind of peace in him—a quiet strength that made her feel safe in a way she couldn't quite name. She didn't feel like a secret here, or an accessory to someone else's story, or a mistake to be hidden away. She felt... like herself. More than that. She felt real. Desired not despite her differences, but because of them. Last night had shattered something inside her, rebuilt it stronger. His touch hadn't just pleasured her body; it had affirmed her soul.
Ryan's eyes fluttered open slowly, locking onto hers without confusion, only clarity and warmth. A lazy smile tugged at his lips, his voice husky with sleep. "Good morning."
Raven smiled back, brushing her fingers over the warm plane of his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath her palm. "It is now."
He caught her hand gently, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly, one by one, his eyes never leaving hers. The gesture was tender, intimate, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly. Then his gaze lingered, tracing the lines of her face, the curve of her shoulder peeking from the sheet. "You're not used to being looked at like this, are you?"
Raven blinked, the question hitting deeper than she expected. "Like what?"
"Like you're not hiding," he said simply, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.
That struck a nerve, raw and exposed. Raven's gaze dropped, her body tensing just slightly—just enough for Ryan to notice. She rolled away, sitting up on the edge of the bed, letting the sheet slide down her back. The cool air kissed her skin, but it was the vulnerability that chilled her. Faint blue lines traced her spine—mutant pigmentation not fully concealed in her half-awake state. She hadn't shifted into her perfect blonde disguise yet. It was a careless slip, born of exhaustion and trust, and now it was too late.
"You saw," she whispered, her voice brittle, suddenly small. Panic flickered in her blue eyes as she scrambled to pull the sheet up, turning away from him, her shoulders hunching defensively. She swung her legs off the bed, ready to flee, bracing for the disgust, the rejection she knew too well. The pattern was etched into her bones: reveal the truth, watch the warmth turn to horror. Charles had always wanted the blonde sister, the human facade. Everyone did.
Ryan's hand caught her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her mid-motion. His touch was warm, unyielding, but not trapping. "Raven."
She wouldn't meet his eyes, her free hand clutching the sheet to her chest like armor. "Let me go. I'll... I'll change. You don't have to see this. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have stayed."
He slid from the bed in one fluid motion, standing before her naked and unashamed, his presence commanding yet reassuring. He pulled her gently to face him, his fingers light on her chin, tilting her gaze up. "I already knew."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. "You what?"
"I knew what you were before I said hello in that bar," Ryan said calmly, his voice steady as stone, cupping her face in both hands now. His thumbs brushed her cheeks, wiping away the threat of tears. "You're a mutant. Different. Unique. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw the real you hiding behind that smile. The fire in your eyes when you watched him flirt. The strength it took not to shatter the glass in your hand."
Tears welled despite her efforts, spilling over. "You're not... repulsed? Not disgusted by... this?" She gestured vaguely at herself, voice cracking.
He smiled, soft but fierce, leaning in until their foreheads touched. "You're extraordinary, Raven. Beautiful in ways they could never understand." To prove it, he raised his free hand without breaking eye contact. Across the room, a crystal decanter lifted from the side table, floated gracefully through the air in a lazy spiral, and settled into his palm with a soft clink. Telekinesis. Effortless. The glass gleamed in the light, untouched by his fingers.
Raven gasped, staring at the decanter, then back at him, awe chasing away the fear. "You're... like me."
"More than like you." Ryan set the decanter down gently, the motion as natural as breathing. In his mind, the system's voice chimed softly: [EVE: Harem Function active. Raven loyalty: 100%. Bond sealed.] Last night's passion had imprinted her completely—love, devotion, unbreakable. She was his now, body and soul, the function weaving invisible threads of loyalty that no force could sever.
Raven's fear melted into wonder. She reached for him tentatively, her fingers tracing his jaw. "Show me everything."
Ryan pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her like a promise. "Trust me."
Golden energy pulsed from his palm over her heart, warm and radiant. Raven arched with a gasp—not pain, but transformation. A wave of heat surged through her veins, rewriting her at the genetic level. Her blue skin shimmered, scales receding like mist under sun as her "defective" form rewrote itself. Cobalt faded to flawless porcelain skin, her preferred blonde human guise becoming her true base. No more monstrous default—just perfect, natural beauty she could wear forever, shift from at will. Her eyes widened as power flooded her core.
But it didn't stop there. Her shapeshifting evolved to Omega-level: physical mimicry plus ability theft. She could copy any mutant power below her tier, holding 5 active slots by memorizing genetic codes—no form change needed.
Raven flexed her fingers, eyes glowing briefly with golden flecks. Power hummed in her blood. "I feel... limitless. Like I could be anyone. Everyone."
Ryan kissed her deeply, possessively, tasting her newfound strength. "You're mine now. My perfect weapon. My queen."
She melted into him, loyalty absolute, hands clutching his shoulders. "Yours."
Sisters United
Ryan portaled them to the New York penthouse rooftop with a flicker of blue light, the Oxford fog replaced by crisp Manhattan air. The city sprawled below, Ryan Technologies' gleaming tower piercing the skyline like a declaration. Waiting were the Angels—Angel Dust in sleek tactical gear, exuding Kryptonian menace, her silver-streaked eyes sharp as blades; Angel Salvadore radiant in a flowing white training outfit, cosmic energy humming faintly around her, wings folded into shimmering tattoos across her back.
Angel Dust smirked first, sizing up the blue-eyed newcomer with predatory appraisal. Crossed arms, cocked hip. "Fresh meat? She looks breakable."
Angel Salvadore smiled warmly, stepping forward with open arms. "Sister."
Ryan placed a hand on Raven's lower back, guiding her forward. "Raven—meet Angel Dust, my unbreakable steel. Trained in the fires of betrayal, forged into a weapon that crushes mountains. And Angel Salvadore, my celestial fire. Born of shadows, ascended to divinity."
Raven's eyes widened, taking them in—the raw power in Dust's coiled muscles, the ethereal glow in Salvadore's gaze. "You're... both mutants too?"
Dust chuckled, low and rough. "More than that. We're his."
Salvadore nodded, her voice soft but electric. "Family. Come—test us."
Raven shifted experimentally, curiosity overriding awe. First, Dust's muscular form—shoulders broadening, height stretching, power surging through her limbs. She flexed, feeling the Kryptonian strength hum. "Incredible."
Then Salvadore's winged silhouette—feathers shimmering briefly before folding back. A golden energy pulse sparked in her palm. "Like flying through stars."
The Angels laughed, genuine and warm. Dust clapped her shoulder. "Not bad, newbie. Let's see if you fight like you shift."
They sparred lightly on the rooftop, concrete cracking under controlled blows. Raven copied Dust's grapples, slamming Salvadore with enhanced strength; switched to Salvadore's blasts, golden lances scorching training dummies while Dust tanked hits. Raven dodged mid-air, mimicking wings for a hover-spin kick. Sweat flew, laughter mixed with grunts. No jealousy—only sharpening blades for the coming war.
"You're quick," Dust admitted, wiping blood from her lip after a solid elbow. "Adaptable. Good."
Salvadore landed beside her, wings folding. "And beautiful. Like starlight in blue."
Raven, panting, reverted to her new human base—flawless blonde, eyes sparkling. "I... I have sisters."
Ryan watched from the sidelines, pride swelling. His harem wasn't just lovers. It was a legion.
Day of Bonding
The day blurred into hours of discovery. Breakfast on the rooftop—fresh coffee steaming, platters of fruit and pastries materialized by Ryan's Creation ability. They ate cross-legged on blankets, sharing stories as equals.
Dust leaned back, legs stretched. "Workshop broke me first. Ajax's toy. Ryan bought me out—literally. Then rebuilt me stronger."
Salvadore sipped tea, wings tattoos pulsing. "Stripped for survival. He saw the wings hidden in ink. Made them divine."
Raven traced her new flawless skin. "Always the freak. Charles' shadow. Ryan saw me—wanted me blue."
Ryan refilled their cups. "You're all forged from pain. Now you're weapons of light."
Training followed—intense, joyful. Dust drilled grapples; Raven copied her precision, flipping the stronger woman with Beast-agility mimicry. Salvadore taught aerial control; Raven hovered, blasting drones with copied sonic screams. Dust tanked energy lances, laughing. "Hit harder, blue!"
Lunch in RT's executive dining—private jet drop-off. Raven shifted to exec blonde, charming staff while Dust arm-wrestled security, Salvadore's glow drawing awed glances. Ryan watched his queens conquer.
Afternoon spar evolved to teamwork: Raven as Dust, Salvadore blasting; switch to wings, Dust grounding. Synergy sparked—telekinetic assists from Ryan, golden pulses syncing.
As sun dipped, they lounged in the penthouse spa—steam-filled pools, massages. Raven shifted playfully—Dust's muscles for lifts, Salvadore's glow for light shows. Laughter echoed. Touch turned tender—hands exploring, lips brushing. No jealousy. Only unity.
"You're home," Ryan said, pulling them close.
Raven nuzzled his neck. "Finally."
Angel Dust grinned. "Boss knows how to build armies."
Salvadore's eyes sparkled. "Of love and fire."