Villain Ch 1708. Came to Duel
Allen leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Let his eyes adjust.
Then, with a groan, he reached for the phone on the nearby desk.
Allen: I'll come down soon.
He stood after sending it. Stretched his arms. Walked over to the sink built into the corner alcove, splashing cold water on his face. It hit sharp, and real, and grounding. He stared at himself in the mirror. Messy hair. Collarbone peeking from the low scoop of his black home shirt.
He considered changing.
Maybe putting on the proper clothes. Or something more 'Goldborne-appropriate.'
Then again… this was Azura.
This was fine.
He ran a hand through his dark hair to make it slightly less wild, grabbed a neutral cologne bottle—something subtle with smoky notes—and sprayed twice. One on the wrist. One behind the neck.
Good enough.
The marble hallway outside was silent as ever.
She was already waiting.
Azura.
And she never just waited.
