Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1974

1974: You”™re Not a Game to Me 1974: You”™re Not a Game to Me Villain Ch 1974.

You’re Not a Game to Me His eyes darkened.

“You think that’s what this is?” “I don’t know,” she admitted.

“You’re hard to read.

And sometimes I think I’m getting close, but then you pull back and it’s like…like you’re waiting for me to prove something.” “I am hard to read,” he said gently.

Allen leaned closer, until their foreheads nearly touched.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he whispered.

“I’m buying time.

Because the thing I made for you?

It’s not done.

And I want the moment to be right.” “…Made?” she asked, barely breathing.

He smiled.

“You’ll see.” The silence that followed was warmer.

Softer.

Still uncertain…

but filled with something else now.

Something like hope.

Mila stayed close, her breath brushing his collar, her thoughts in knots.

Whatever just passed between them…it wasn’t small.

It wasn’t just a flirtation or a shared kiss in a VIP lounge.

It felt intentional.

Like the way Allen touched her back, light as a feather but grounding.

Like the way he watched her every time she blinked, like he was memorizing it.

And yet…

he didn’t push.

He never did.

That was the most dangerous part.

They sat down again, the velvet seats molding beneath her like they were designed to cradle hesitation.

Allen, ever composed, lounged beside her, one arm slung casually over the backrest…close enough to touch her hair if he wanted.

He didn’t.

Not yet.

Instead, he glanced sideways at her and smiled like he’d just read her mind.

“Don’t look so tense,” he said, voice smooth as aged whiskey.

“I’m not gonna bite.” She huffed.

“That’s debatable.” He chuckled and leaned in slightly.

“Only if you ask nicely.” Her blush flared again.

She hated how easy it was for him to knock down her walls with just one teasing line.

But he didn’t lean back.

His hand came to rest on the inside of her arm…just a light, lazy touch.

Nothing inappropriate.

Not really.

Just…

constant.

Just enough to remind her that he was there.

That he chose to sit beside her, not across.

That he could lean in any second and do anything, and she’d probably let him.

Probably.

Definitely.

He glanced at her champagne glass.

“You’ve barely touched that.” “I’m trying not to get drunk.” He smirked.

“Why?

You don’t trust me?” “I trust you too much,” she muttered.

His fingers squeezed her arm, soft but firm.

Then his palm dragged slowly across her skin, from her elbow to her wrist, making goosebumps break out in waves.

She clenched her thighs.

“You’re cute when you’re honest.” “I’m always honest,” she replied.

Her voice didn’t quite land steady.

“You’re not always this open,” he said softly.

“But I like it.” She met his eyes.

And yeah.

That was the problem.

The way he looked at her like that.

Like he could see past all the tough-girl armor and find the one spot she thought was hidden.

Like he already owned it.

And just when her lips parted, just when she thought he might kiss her again…he didn’t.

He stopped.

His hand dropped from her arm.

He leaned back a little.

Mila blinked.

“What…” “Your surprise,” he said, lips quirking up, “is finished.” Her heart did a weird little jump.

He stood and offered his hand.

“Come on.” She stared at it.

Then up at him.

Then took it.

They left the lounge.

Passed the velvet rope.

The other guests didn’t even glance at them, too busy drowning in their own love affairs and five-star secrets.

A private elevator waited in the hallway.

Of course it did.

He tapped a code into the keypad.

Mila tilted her head.

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere better.” The elevator opened with a soft chime.

He didn’t answer her question.

Didn’t have to.

His hand held hers the entire time…fingers interlaced, grip secure.

He didn’t speak again until the elevator slid open on the top floor.

It wasn’t what she expected.

Not some cold rooftop with a view and nothing else.

No.

This was a sanctuary.

The hallway opened to a private suite wrapped in glass, with the entire skyline blazing behind it.

But that wasn’t what stole her breath.

It was the door across the rooftop deck.

Old, wooden, arched at the top like it belonged in a castle.

Twinkling lights framed it, soft and warm like fireflies captured mid-dance.

He guided her toward it.

She hesitated.

“Open it,” Allen said quietly.

She did.

And gasped.

The room was glowing.

Soft golden light spilled from sconces hidden in the walls, flickering like candles.

Flower petals…real ones, fresh and crimson…blanketed the floor in messy swirls like a trail that didn’t know how to be subtle.

The scent hit her next.

Roses.

Lavender.

Something expensive and calming.

Her eyes found the centerpiece.

A massive tub, oval-shaped, sunken into a marble platform.

Steam curled up from the surface of the water, which was laced with floating flower petals and bubbles that shimmered faintly with oil.

The aroma was deeper here, jasmine and sandalwood and something she couldn’t name but wanted to live in.

She turned slowly.

There was a table nearby.

With a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries.

Two glasses.

A bottle of something sparkling in a cooler.

And beside the bed, because yes, there was a bed too, tucked in the corner like it was pretending not to be part of the plan, there were gifts.

Wrapped.

Neat.

With her name on the card.

Mila didn’t move.

She couldn’t.

Allen stepped beside her.

Quiet.

Present.

She turned to look at him.

“You… made this?” He nodded.

“I had them setting it up while we danced.” Her throat was tight.

“Why?” she asked, barely a whisper.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Just took her hand again, walked her further in.

The petals crunched faintly under their feet.

“I told you,” he said.

“You’re not a game to me.” She couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

“You set all this up… just for tonight?” He gave a small, crooked smile.

“I don’t half-ass things.

Especially not people.” She turned away slightly, trying to hide the tears stinging her eyes.

He didn’t let her.

His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her face back toward his.

And when he kissed her this time…it wasn’t rushed.

It was reverent.

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