Villain Ch 1719. Emotional Support Dessert
The door clicked open like it owned the timing of the entire evening.
Azura barely had time to set down her fork before the sound of leather shoes tapped against the floor just outside the dining room. Then came the faint rustle of a coat being removed, the distant clink of keys being set in a crystal tray, and a low exhale. Not tired. Just... aware. Present. Like the man was already ten steps ahead of the room he was walking into.
Jordan Goldborne entered.
He didn't need an entrance. The air adjusted around him. The way the room subtly straightened.
Emma sat up.
Even Allen gave the smallest shift in his chair—not submission, not discomfort, just acknowledgment. That was Jordan's power. That quiet gravity. Black button-up still immaculate after whatever business meeting he had just bulldozed through, sleeves rolled up with intent. His coat draped over his arm. His presence hit like a dark ripple across velvet water.
