Chapter 612 Bring Forth The Chaos!

Chapter 612 Bring Forth The Chaos!

Villain Ch 612. Bring Forth The Chaos!

Nerves got the better of Vivian, and in a split second, she yanked her hand away from Allen like she'd touched a hot stove. It was a total reflex, no thinking involved, and all she got for it was a face full of blush that could rival a summer sunset.

Allen, not missing a beat, shot a glare at the photographer like he was the one responsible for this sudden burst of awkwardness. "You should say something if the photoshoot has started," he grumbled, a mix of annoyance and amusement playing on his features.

The photographer, cool as a cucumber, just flashed an innocent smile. "Well, this is better anyway," he chimed in, like he'd orchestrated this whole thing for the sake of art. "I couldn't possibly miss this rare moment." Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Vivian, caught between embarrassment and a need to play it off, managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, rare moment, right," she mumbled, hoping her blush wasn't as noticeable as it felt. The whole crew seemed to find this little hiccup amusing.

Allen shrugged off the whole hand-grazing incident with a casual, "I don't mind that." The guy seemed unfazed, probably figuring it was a minor hiccup in the grand scheme of things. After all, it beat someone dropping L-bombs (Love bombs) in a public place.

As the photoshoot unfolded, Vivian found herself fixated on Allen's transformation and the poses they were conjuring. It was a departure from the previous shoot where he had to unleash his devilish charm; this time, he was embodying the obsession and domination of a dark king. Allen wasn't playing around; he demanded obedience, giving off vibes that said he couldn't care less about what Vivian wanted.

It was like Allen was challenging Vivian to surrender to his dark kingdom. Each pose felt like a silent command, and Vivian couldn't deny the rush it sent through her. It was a stark contrast to the previous shoot, where Allen had to dial up the charm. This time, it was all about intensity, power, and a bit of defiance.

Yet, as the shoot progressed, something shifted. Towards the end, the poses began to reveal another layer – a softer side to Allen. It was as if he was letting down the walls, allowing vulnerability to peek through. In response, Vivian's poses started to mirror a subtle acceptance of Allen's presence, a recognition of the emotions simmering beneath the surface.

The photos themselves told a tale of contrasting dynamics. No hot or intimate poses like the previous shoot, but the chemistry between Allen and Vivian was palpable. The background may have been fantasy, but the emotions were real. It was a dance of power and vulnerability, dominance and acceptance, all captured frame by frame.

The crew couldn't help but be intrigued. They saw the narrative unfolding between the frames, the push and pull of emotions. It made the whole experience captivating, turning a photoshoot into a story that transcended the fantasy realm they were trying to create. The chemistry was undeniable, and in the midst of staged dominance, there was an undercurrent of genuine connection.

Amidst the whirlwind of the photoshoot, Sophia sashayed into the room like a stealthy assassin. Unlike the last time, she flew solo this round, sans Mr. Bell. Her entrance might've been quiet, but Vivian and Allen picked up on it instantly. Sophia just gave them a cool nod, flashed a smile that didn't seem the least bit bothered by the intense poses these two were striking.

Allen, all decked out in his dark king glory, had Sophia's heart doing the dance. It was like a visual reminder of the devil emperor from Hell's Gate. Vivian, on the other hand, was playing the healer – a role that Sophia usually owned. It was like she'd been robbed of her healer cape, and that didn't exactly sit well with Sophia. Not one bit. But, she kept it under wraps. No need to let the world know. Besides, her white knights were staging a rebellion or that her so-called slaves, Liam and Darren, were about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. It was a chess game, and Sophia had to be extra strategic with her moves.

A thought started to percolate in Sophia's mind. 'Maybe the key to taking down the devil emperor is getting him to fall in love or making him face up to his own wrongdoing,' she mused. It was like a lightbulb moment, connecting the dots between fantasy and strategy. Maybe that explained why the devil emperor had a penchant for targeting healers – they held the key to his metaphorical heart or conscience.