Villain Ch 1722. I Don't Come in For Tea
She paused at the hallway, digging for her keys with one hand while the other clung to the last bit of calm she had left. Allen stood beside her, quiet, hands in his pockets.
It was dumb how good he looked under soft light. Like the universe turned the saturation up just for him.
She unlocked the door, pushed it open, and turned back slightly. "Thank you."
Allen just blinked at her like she'd said something ridiculous. "No need to thank me."
Still, she smiled. A little tired. A little shy. "You want to grab a tea first?"
The question sounded innocent enough. Tea. Warm, calming, friendly.
But they both knew it wasn't about the tea.
Allen's gaze flicked up, steady and unreadable, before he gave a small nod. "Sure."
He stepped inside without hesitation, the scent of her apartment greeting him first—lavender, clean sheets, something herbal and soft. She shut the door behind him, the click sounding much louder than it should in the quiet.
