Villain Ch 1603. Ten Minutes of Heaven
Allen didn't turn at first. Just stood there, cloak fluttering behind him in the after-storm wind. A monarch in stillness, a devil at rest.
"Great," he finally said, voice casual. "If you understand."
Then he moved. Just a small step. Then another.
He stood beside her, looking down at her Lust avatar—the tight-leather dominance, the sultry curves, the confident stance she always defaulted to. But beneath it, it was still her. Still Emma.
And he did something she didn't expect.
He reached out… And patted her head.
Not in jest. Not to tease. Just…
Soft.
Warm.
A quiet "I saw you" kind of gesture.
"You did a good job today," Allen said, smiling.
A real smile. Not the devil's grin. Not the boss smirk.
Just a brother's smile.
Emma blinked. Her cheeks flared hot.
She stared at the floor between them. Glanced to the side with a sudden pout. Her voice dropped a little, lower than usual.
