Villain Ch 1816. Heaven has Abs
Azura sat at the small table, already wearing a shirt and hotpants, her heart still racing. She hated how easy he made it look. How natural he was in her apartment, in her morning.
Like he'd always belonged there.
And the scary part?
She realized… she loved it.
Allen moved around her tiny kitchen with a confidence that made her chest ache. He didn't look out of place—not one bit. His bare back flexed as he reached up into the cupboard, his muscles shifting with lazy precision, like he wasn't aware or maybe he was, damn him… how much she was staring. The pan hissed softly as the eggs cooked, the toaster popped, the faint earthy aroma of tea leaves rising from the kettle.
Everything was simple. Efficient. Smooth.
He didn't waste motion. He didn't complain about her mismatched utensils or the small counter space. He just… cooked.
