Villain Ch 1659. Private Theater
And Mila?
Her breath shortened. Her face glowed warm. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding.
Allen's voice finally broke the thick silence, his tone a low whisper just inches from her ear.
"You seem a little warm."
Mila gasped softly. "N-No. I'm fine."
He smiled. "Are you?"
She swallowed. "Y-Yes."
"Good," he whispered. "Because it gets warmer."
On the screen, the first intimate scene between the two leads began.
The chemistry on screen practically radiated off the walls. Soft gasps. Lingering glances. Hands sliding over exposed skin. The camera never crossed into full explicitness — but the suggestions were far worse.
Mila's entire body pulsed with heat.
And Allen just… watched.
The movie.
Her.
Both.
Perfectly composed.
Perfectly patient.
His hand stayed right there between them. Still. Waiting.
The tension in the room was no longer breathable.
It was drowning.
Mila bit her lip hard. Her pulse was so loud she swore he could hear it.
