Villain Ch 1732. Off Script
They brought a tray of wine and refilled the snack dishes without making a sound, like ghosts in black uniforms.
Once they were gone, the girls rearranged themselves again—more lounging than sitting, more limbs than order. But the mood stayed… weirdly tame. Not dull. Just… settled.
He was waiting for the shift. The chaos. The way it usually crept back in after moments like this. But it didn't come from where he thought it would.
It came from Vivian.
"Allen," she said suddenly, not moving from where she was stretched upside-down over the armchair. "Come shower with me."
Zoe choked. "That's not how you ask—"
"It's not a request," Vivian cut in lazily, already sliding off the arm like a feline uncoiling. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, eyes glittering. "I'm feeling generous."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Generous enough to share the hot water?"
"No. Generous enough to touch you without biting," she said with a wink. "Come on."
