Novel Full Chapter 1724: Twisted Dark Romance
Chapter 1724: Twisted Dark Romance
Villain Ch 1724. Twisted Dark Romance
Not the usual sharp smirk she used in duels. Not the sarcastic one she weaponized during awkward parties. This one was softer. Real. Like it had peeled itself up from under layers she didn’t even realize were there.
A stupid, gentle smile that clung to her lips long after Allen finally stepped back.
The air still felt charged. Not heavy—but warm. Like her apartment was trying to remember how to breathe normally again after being kissed within an inch of its structural integrity.
Allen gave her one last look. His expression had shifted—still smug, sure, because he was Allen—but quieter now. Calmer. That edge of tension he always carried had eased into something more thoughtful.
“I should go,” he said, voice low, like the heat hadn’t just cracked the walls around them. “I don’t think I can hold myself more than this.”
She blinked. “Oh. Right. Of course.”
He watched her for a second longer than necessary. She thought he might say something else. Instead, he just stepped toward the door, jacket half shrugged on, one hand reaching for the handle.
“Allen,” she said suddenly.
He glanced back.
Azura swallowed the lump in her throat. “Next time… I won’t tremble.”
There was a heartbeat of silence between them. He didn’t smile. Didn’t laugh. Just looked at her with this terrifying kind of softness that made her stomach flip all over again.
“You can tremble all you want,” he said. “I’ll still be here.”
Azura’s throat went dry. Her fingers curled into her sleeve.
He opened the door.
“Take your time,” he added, with that gentle finality that hit harder than any kiss. “We’re not racing.”
And then he was gone.
The door shut behind him with a quiet click.
Azura stood there for a full ten seconds, brain refusing to reattach to her spine.
Her apartment was silent again.
No footsteps. No teasing voice. No infernal smirk hovering inches from her mouth.
Just her.
She reached up slowly, fingertips brushing over her lips like she had to check if they were still real. They tingled. Still swollen. Still warm. Still kissed.
’Holy hell.’
She walked backward, dazed, until she hit the couch. Then sat. Hard. Her legs didn’t want to cooperate anymore.
She just sat there. Blinking. Processing.
Her heart hadn’t stopped racing. Her breath hadn’t quite evened out. Her mind? Full tilt.
She buried her face in her hands.
What. The. Hell. Just. Happened.
Allen had kissed her like he meant it. Like he’d been starving for it. And he didn’t stop. Not until she shook. Not until she flinched. And even then—he stopped. He didn’t push. Didn’t guilt her. Just… held her and said the one thing she didn’t know she needed to hear.
’Take your time.’
Her heart did a full somersault in her chest.
She was in trouble. The worst kind.
Because Allen wasn’t just some random boy in her party. He wasn’t just the Devil Emperor. Or her cousin’s brother. Or the smug bastard who used to kill her in the tourment.
He was hers.
She was his.
Well. One of his.
Azura flopped back onto the couch, groaning into her sleeves. “Ughhh.”
She could still feel him everywhere. In her hair. On her lips. Pressed along the length of her body like a memory she couldn’t shake off.
And no—this wasn’t just hormones. This wasn’t one of those stupid, heat-of-the-moment “oops I kissed the bad boy” tropes. This was real. Grounded. Steady.
Because Allen, for all his teasing and games, had known exactly where to stop.
She pulled a throw pillow over her face and screamed into it.
She was someone who faced down bosses without blinking. Who trash-talked DPS mains and made strategic decisions on the fly. And yet here she was—having a full emotional implosion because of one guy who didn’t even try to get into her pants. Because yeah… she wasn’t ready. She might ended up crying after did it.
Her cheeks were still hot. She kicked off her shoes, curled up on the couch, and stared at the ceiling like it had answers.
She was Allen’s girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Just that word alone made her head short-circuit.
And not just any girlfriend. One of his.
Azura groaned again. Louder. Longer.
Because yeah. She knew about the others. Of course she did. You don’t fight someone for months without noticing the vampire queen glaring bloody daggers every time you tried to kill him mid-combat. Or the siren who casually “accidentally” walked in while he was killing players. Or the dark priestess who got way too touchy for someone supposedly devoted to celibacy.
She wasn’t stupid.
She knew she wasn’t the first.
Wasn’t the only.
But somehow… it didn’t feel like she was just another.
Because Allen had kissed her like she was the center of his world.
And when she trembled, he hadn’t acted annoyed. Or smug. Or disappointed.
He’d waited.
She bit her lip.
God, what kind of twisted dark romance garbage had she walked into?
Her heart did another dumb flutter in her chest.
She wasn’t just in love with him.
She was in deep.
And worse—he knew.
He knew how to touch her without crossing lines. How to pull her in without forcing her to fall. He flirted like a villain and retreated like a gentleman. A walking paradox with gorgeous eyes and stupidly soft hands.
Azura hugged the pillow tighter.
She’d expected the Devil Emperor to be a tyrant. Cold. Ruthless. Manipulative.
Not… this.
Not someone who would kiss her breathless, then stop right before she tipped too far. Not someone who would say “take your time” with a voice like velvet laced with smoke.
She groaned one last time and then stared at her phone across the table.
She wasn’t gonna text him. No. That would be weak.
…
Okay, maybe just a meme.
No.
She sat up, scolded herself, and got a glass of water like a responsible adult. Her legs still felt shaky. Her chest was still warm. And her smile hadn’t quite faded yet.
This was the beginning.
And she didn’t know how it would end.
But for once— She wasn’t scared of falling.
Not with him.