Villain Ch 1644. A Problem
Meanwhile— Vivian and Mila had slipped away from the crew, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, makeup wrecked in the best way.
They didn't speak at first.
They couldn't.
Vivian was breathing a little too fast. Mila was biting her lip like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to Earth.
Finally—inside the cool safety of the dressing trailer—Mila slumped onto the bench.
"I think I'm gonna faint," she whispered.
Vivian leaned against the wall, one hand pressed to her neck. "You're not the only one."
"He was…" Mila swallowed. "Allen was—what was he?"
Vivian laughed softly, almost breathlessly. "A problem."
Mila looked up, wide-eyed. "I didn't even think I could pose like that. I thought I'd freeze or giggle or just… forget what to do. But the moment he looked at me…"
Vivian nodded. "Yeah."
"That stare? I felt like I was going to combust on the spot."
Vivian smirked, but it was tired. Worn in a good way. "That's his thing."
