Villain Ch 1931. Violated by Gravity
They arrived at the airport.
Small. Quiet. Local.
The kind of place where the security staff doubled as customer service and the vending machine had a single lonely bottle of coconut water that had expired two weeks ago.
But none of that mattered—because the moment Allen stepped out of the van, it became obvious.
They were a sight.
Allen in front, black sunglasses on, jacket slung over one shoulder like a runway model who'd stopped caring. His hair tousled just enough to look effortless. Every step casual. Clean. Dominant.
And behind him?
Eight women.
Stumbling. Groaning. Whispering death wishes into the wind.
Zoe walked like she'd just finished a six-hour leg day. Every few steps, she muttered, "I hate you," toward Allen. No one corrected her.
Shea dragged her luggage behind her like it was her mortal enemy. "My thighs are screaming. I feel violated by gravity."
