Villain Ch 1815. It's Just Breakfast
The next morning, Allen's eyes flickered open.
The numbers on Azura's digital clock glowed in the dimness of her bedroom: 06:31 AM. Too early for normal people. Just the right time for someone like him—restless, alert, unable to sink into the kind of peaceful sleep others took for granted.
His gaze drifted up to the ceiling. Not his. Different plaster, different patterns. The faint hum of her apartment AC, the sound of city traffic muffled through thick curtains.
Right.
Azura's place.
He turned his head, and his chest tightened despite himself.
Azura was there. Still asleep, curled slightly toward him, her breathing steady, strands of her silver hair splayed across the pillow. Normally, she had this edge about her. Cool, guarded. A cold gamer-girl vibe that dared anyone to underestimate her. But now?
Now she looked soft. Sweet. Her lips slightly parted, her expression peaceful, like the world outside her room didn't exist.
