DEAD

Villain Ch 1402. DEAD

They wanted to touch him so badly.

The air was thick, suffocating, charged with something they couldn't escape. Allen sat there like a king, untouchable, unreadable, an enigma wrapped in leather and a wicked, knowing smirk. Every breath they took was filled with him—his scent, his heat, his presence.

And then— Shea's legs suddenly went weak.

It hit her all at once. That stare. That impossible, devouring stare that burned through her like he could see every thought running wild in her mind, every forbidden feeling she was trying and failing to push away.

Her knees buckled.

She collapsed—right onto Allen's lap.

The girls stopped breathing.

Allen?

Allen grinned.

Slow. Dangerous. Confident.

"That's very good, Shea," he murmured, voice a deep hum of satisfaction.