Villain Ch 1724. Twisted Dark Romance
Not the usual sharp smirk she used in duels. Not the sarcastic one she weaponized during awkward parties. This one was softer. Real. Like it had peeled itself up from under layers she didn't even realize were there.
A stupid, gentle smile that clung to her lips long after Allen finally stepped back.
The air still felt charged. Not heavy—but warm. Like her apartment was trying to remember how to breathe normally again after being kissed within an inch of its structural integrity.
Allen gave her one last look. His expression had shifted—still smug, sure, because he was Allen—but quieter now. Calmer. That edge of tension he always carried had eased into something more thoughtful.
"I should go," he said, voice low, like the heat hadn't just cracked the walls around them. "I don't think I can hold myself more than this."
She blinked. "Oh. Right. Of course."
