Sensory Overload

Villain Ch 1397. Sensory Overload

Allen leaned back into the plush cushions of the sofa, his eyes scanning the room like a director overseeing a performance he hadn't realized he'd been cast in. The warm lighting, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood lingering in the air, the soft rustle of silk and lace as the girls shifted and laughed—it all combined into a sensory overload that he hadn't expected.

His heart pounded in his chest. His skin buzzed with a mix of adrenaline and dopamine, that familiar rush he got when inspiration hit him like a freight train.

And this?

This was the motherload of inspiration.

Zoe twirled in front of him, modeling the red set he'd chosen earlier. The lace hugged her curves, the garter straps accentuating the smooth lines of her legs. She arched an eyebrow. "Well?"