Villain Ch 1818. I Know That Look
The air outside was cool, crisp with early morning humidity clinging to Allen's skin like invisible frost. Not that he cared. His boots crunched softly over the mansion's stone path as he crossed through the main gates, hands tucked in his pockets and mind replaying last night on loop.
He rolled his shoulders.
Still early. He could make it back in time for breakfast.
The mansion greeted him. Everything inside smelled like lemon-polished wood and the tail end of whatever breakfast Kai was prepping. Probably something fancy.
Allen moved quickly—quiet steps, calculated pace. He didn't want to be seen like this.
And yet—
"Good morning, sir."
Ah. Of course.
Kai.
The butler emerged from the hallway, bowing respectfully. Polished shoes. Impeccable collar. That eternal, polite expression that said 'I see everything, but I won't say it unless you make me.'
