Villain Ch 1665. Imagination is a War Crime…
The soft click of the hallway door shut behind him as he stepped into his private suite— quiet, minimal lighting. This time, the scent of dark cedarwood lingered faintly in the air.
He shrugged off his coat, tossing it lazily across the nearby chair. His sunglasses followed, landing perfectly on top of a mini table.
He rubbed the back of his neck with a low sigh and muttered under his breath, "Emma's imagination is a war crime…"
Seriously. That girl had no brakes. Cow girl? Balcony sneaking? Impregnation tactics?
"…Hah. Not even I think like that."
A beat passed.
"…Okay. Maybe sometimes."
Allen rubbed his temple.
Unfortunately, his brain had already gone there.
Mila.
The image of her flashed in his head without warning — long blonde hair, that soft shy look when she got flustered, and, yeah…
Big.
Boobies.
Allen stopped mid-step, just standing there for a second like his soul disconnected.
"Dammit."
