Villain Ch 1859. Unfinished
He wasn't even doing much. That was the dangerous part.
He was calm. Still. Innocent on the surface—but under that?
Smoldering.
He didn't lunge. He didn't tease with cheap words.
He just existed in a way that made every breath they took feel too hot and every second they waited feel like a dare.
Allen sat back on the rug, shirtless again, towel discarded somewhere like it never mattered.
His legs were casually stretched, forearms resting on his knees, hair still damp, a faint sheen of warmth on his neck.
The man was glowing.
Literally and figuratively.
And it was the girls' turn now.
Jane, of all people, went first.
She looked calm—stoic, even—but the way her fingers trembled slightly when she picked up the chocolate? That betrayed everything.
She popped it in her mouth. Chewed slowly. Swallowed harder.
Then reached for the stack.
Her card?
'The target may kiss you. Anywhere.'
Jane blinked.
Once.
Twice.
