Villain Ch 1813. Bathing Her
Allen turned back to the bath, adjusting the faucet. Steam began to curl in the air, mixing with the faint scent of cedar soap he'd uncapped and left by the tub. The sound of rushing water filled the silence, but his presence swallowed the room whole.
Azura sat perched on the counter, bare, legs pressed tight together, arms hugging herself—not that it hid anything from him.
"You're staring," he said without turning around, his voice cool but edged with amusement.
Azura startled, her lips parting. "I—I'm not!"
He glanced over his shoulder. Sharp eyes. The faintest smirk. "You are."
Her face burned hotter. She clenched her fists in her lap, muttering, "You're impossible…"
Allen turned the water off, testing the temperature with his hand before straightening. He didn't rush. Didn't hurry. Just walked toward her, steady and deliberate, as though every step had weight. He stopped right between her knees, his height forcing her to tilt her head back.
