Villain Ch 1912. I Notice Everything
Zoe immediately tied the blindfold back around his eyes, yanking the knot tighter than necessary. "Comfortable?"
"Not even slightly," he said, smirking.
"Good," she purred. "Would've been disappointed if you were."
Hands were everywhere.
Not coordinated, not polite.
They weren't playing a guessing game anymore—they were reclaiming the battlefield.
Allen felt his shirt being pulled open, buttons popping off with little resistance. Someone kissed the hollow of his throat while another slid into his lap like she belonged there—which, frankly, most of them did.
The blindfold only made it worse.
Every touch amplified. Every breath felt too close, too hot. Each perfume tangled in the air like a hall of mirrors with no exits—floral and citrus, mint and musk, spice and sin.
He didn't even speak for the first few seconds.
He just felt.
And then someone—Azura?—tugged his pants open.
Not shy.
Not subtle.
