Villain Ch 1570. Personal
Allen pulled into the driveway with the low, purring hum of his bike echoing off the front gate. The sun was still warm on his back, but the breeze had shifted just enough to carry the first hints of rain. The smell of asphalt, exhaust, and distant blossoms lingered in the air.
He slowed as he rolled into the garage. A grin curled across his lips.
He killed the engine, kicked the stand, and dismounted in one smooth move. The soft clink of his riding gloves landed on the shelf where he always kept them. Helmet next—still warm from the ride.
In his hand? A white paper box sealed with minimalist gold branding and a ribbon. Chocolate cake. The trending kind. From that absurdly viral little store near the old district that always had a line out the door by 9 a.m. He didn't even do lines—but today, he made an exception.
This wasn't for him.
Or Emma.
It was for his dad.
Jordan Goldborne.
Allen made sure to pick a cake big enough for three.
