Novel Full Chapter 1922: I Look Like I Got Run Over by a Heated Blanket
Chapter 1922: I Look Like I Got Run Over by a Heated Blanket
Villain Ch 1922. I Look Like I Got Run Over by a Heated Blanket
“Allen, Allen, wake up,” Larissa’s voice floated into his dream like smoke curling into a crack. Gentle. But amused. A little too amused.
His eyes cracked open.
Dusk.
Faint blue shadows stretched long across the villa’s glass walls, tinting everything with that late-evening melancholy glow. The TV was dark. The remote was across the table. Outside, the pine trees swayed lightly in the chill breeze, mountain mist rolling in like silk over the horizon. The screen? Completely different from the last thing he remembered. He didn’t even know what movie had played.
The warmth on his body?
Yeah.
A blanket.
Someone—probably Larissa—had tossed it over him.
“…I fell asleep?” Allen mumbled, voice raw, low. He sat up slowly, blinking the fuzz from his head.
The soft fleece blanket slipped from his chest down to his lap. His shirt was wrinkled, collar twisted. Pants unzipped just a little—he adjusted it fast. Damn. How long had he been out?
Larissa stood nearby, arms folded, wearing that look. Mischievous. Amused. Predatory. Her long hair was tied into a messy half-knot, red lips curled just enough to say “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“You didn’t even last past the second movie,” she said, tilting her head. “Poor thing. Tired from all the flirting or the blindfold game?”
He groaned softly, rubbing his face. “The what?”
She smirked wider. “You guessed all of us blindfolded, remember?”
“…Oh,” he muttered, remembering now. The game. Their voices. Their scents. Their teasing touches. “Yeah.”
She gave him a look, biting her bottom lip lightly. “You moaned in your sleep, by the way.”
“Bullshit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
She laughed, turning away, but not before letting her eyes trail down his chest again. “Dinner’s ready. Jane told me to get you.”
He leaned forward and stretched, spine cracking. “Let me wash my face first. I look like I got run over by a heated blanket.”
She paused, fingers on the edge of the doorframe, and looked back. “You look like dessert. But sure. Clean up. We’ll save you a seat.”
She was gone before he could respond.
Allen stood slowly, dragging himself upright. His shirt clung to his back from the sweat of a nap too deep. His pants were halfway crumpled. Hair? A disaster. His reflection in the window confirmed it—bedhead, pillow lines, and vague sex energy.
He sighed, made his way to the hallway bathroom.
The sink was already slightly warm. Someone must’ve used it recently. Probably Zoe—her lip gloss print was on the mirror like a warning label. Allen splashed his face, the cool water waking up the rest of his system. His mind wandered, like it always did now. Not toward violence or combat or that calculated precision he used to live in.
No.
Toward them.
The girls.
He toweled off and sighed again, slower this time.
They’d seen all sides of him. The gamer. The killer. The flirt. The failure. The Devil Emperor in disguise.
And they stayed.
Dinner smelled like heaven and sin.
Garlic butter. Grilled meats. Warm bread. Roasted vegetables. Someone had opened wine—probably Vivian or Larissa. The scent was rich and expensive.
The dining room glowed gold from chandelier light, soft and warm, like a high-class inn in some medieval RPG. The fireplace danced in the corner, crackling softly.
“Look who’s alive,” Alice drawled, perched half-sideways on her seat, legs crossed dangerously high.
“Did you brush your teeth?” Zoe called out.
“No, but I’ll bite your tongue clean if you want,” Allen replied, voice dry.
Zoe just grinned.
Jane didn’t look up from her plate, but said, “He looks like sin. Of course he didn’t.”
“Because I am,” Allen muttered under his breath and took the seat between Bella and Azura.
Azura scooted a little away at first, nervous habit, but when he glanced at her, she quickly blushed and leaned back in. He gave her a soft, brief smile.
She smiled back, even if it trembled.
Larissa returned with a second wine bottle and poured for him without asking. “Drink. You look like a man recovering from pleasure and nightmares.”
“I am,” Allen replied, lifting the glass. “To surviving you all.”
“To surviving you,” Vivian said, raising hers. “Barely.”
They all clinked glasses—lightly. The sound was soft, crystalline. Too delicate for the chaos they carried.
Dinner unfolded in small bursts of chatter.
Alice debated strategy with Jane, while Jane silently ate her food like the apocalypse was scheduled for tomorrow.
Zoe? She kept nudging Allen’s thigh with her bare foot under the table. No one noticed. Or maybe they just let her. Her smirk never faltered.
Azura tried to talk about the view, the weather, the peace. Her voice was soft, unsure—but every time she looked at Allen, it stayed longer.
He caught her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking.
And he didn’t call her out.
Because he liked it.
He liked all of this.
This strange, chaotic, borderline illegal dinner party of women who could tear cities apart—and still made time to cook him steak and vegetables.
Halfway through the meal, Larissa reached across the table, plucked a piece of meat from his plate with her fork, and dropped it on her own.
He stared.
She winked.
Zoe whispered, “Territorial.”
Vivian leaned in and said, “You know we’re just pretending to share you, right? None of us are that good at peace.”
Allen chewed. Swallowed. Thought about that.
Then smiled, slow and dark.
“Then fight for me.”
They all paused.
Heat. Just a second of it. Electric.
Then Shea laughed. “We already are.”
Zoe licked her wine glass. “And you love it.”
Bella raised an eyebrow. “Dangerous words.”
Jane finally looked at him. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I am fire,” Allen said softly, voice smooth like bourbon sliding over ice.
For a beat, nobody spoke.
Just the sound of forks scraping plates. The quiet clink of wine glasses being set down. The hum of the fireplace casting shadows on the villa walls.
Then Larissa broke the tension by leaning closer, her lips barely a breath from his ear. “Don’t tempt us, Emperor. We might forget the rules.”
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