Villain Ch 1962. Fast Food Date
They walked side by side out of the Cyber building. The glass doors whooshed shut behind them, sealing away the world of meetings and dev decks and esports politics.
The city air was cooler now. Dusk painted everything with burnt orange and pale lavender. Lights blinked to life along the street like lazy stars in a man-made constellation. The kind of evening that hummed quiet, like the calm before a song started.
And maybe it was weird.
Two heirs from what used to be rival families, Goldborne and Sterlinghart, walking shoulder to shoulder, no bodyguards, no assistants trailing behind, no cameras clicking.
Just them.
Just people.
Mila inhaled and let the air out in a soft sigh, her voice breaking the moment. "I love this."
Allen glanced sideways. "Because of me or the burgers?"
She smiled, cheeks rising. "Both."
"Both?" he repeated, letting a smirk curl at the edge of his mouth.
