Villain Ch 1672. I'll Take The Responsibility
Allen let out a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a growl.
The kind of sound that said 'I give up, but I'm taking all of you down with me.'
He dragged his palm down his face, took a long breath, and finally said it. The sentence that would seal his fate with both dread and inevitability.
"Fine. How about this—" his voice was flat, tired, dangerous. "I'll book a hotel room for all of us. Tonight. A suite. I'll take the responsibility."
A sharp silence followed. Just for a second.
And then—
A voice, low and melodic, sliced through it like silk and seafoam.
"How about my place?"
Allen blinked.
He turned toward the voice like a man checking if the reaper was behind him.
And there she stood.
Shea.
Barefoot. Soaked in moonlit glow. Her hair cascading like liquid waves, eyes like tidepools. She was leaning against one of the archways that framed the banquet hall, her posture lazy, her smirk lethal.
