Villain Ch 1718. Trauma Soundtrack
Emma noticed. Of course she did.
She had that sixth sense older brothers feared—the supernatural ability to sniff out romantic tension the way a bloodhound sniffs contraband.
Emma narrowed her eyes slightly, gaze flicking over Azura like she was mentally pinning her to a whiteboard with red string and post-it notes.
Blush: check.
Avoiding eye contact: check.
Clutching her teacup like it held the secrets of the universe: check.
A simple confession wouldn't make Azura this flushed. Not this long. Not when she usually bounced back with sarcastic fire and casual banter. But now?
Now she was soft. Glowing in that I-made-a-mistake-I-liked kind of way.
Emma raised a brow, leaned in slightly, and murmured just loud enough for Azura to hear—but quiet enough to pretend it didn't happen.
"He kissed you, didn't he," she dropped the bomb like nothing.
Azura choked.
