Chapter 613 Dagger-eyed Glares

Chapter 613 Dagger-eyed Glares

Villain Ch 613. Dagger-eyed Glares

Sophia mentally shook herself, a silent reminder to keep her focus on the task at hand. 'No, just concentrate on what's in front of you, Sophia,' she scolded herself, mentally shutting the Hell's Gate game and shifting her attention back to the real world.

Her gaze drifted to the ongoing photoshoot, where Allen and Vivian were diving into their roles. Sophia, determined to be a pro despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her, prepped her trusty tablet and snatched up the stylus pen. It was her way of staying connected to the shoot without getting entangled in the Allen-Vivian spectacle.

Looking at them wasn't easy. Each pose, each glance felt like a stab, a reminder of a world where roles were being reshuffled. But Sophia had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let her personal woes hijack the professional ship.

She doodled on her tablet, standing like a silent sentinel on the sidelines, Sophia injected suggestions into the creative mix. Maybe a touch of fairytale in the next set of photos, or small illustrations to sprinkle some magic into the frames. Her eyes flitted between Allen and Vivian.

Every now and then, she'd jot down a note or two, offering insights that could elevate the photoshoot to a whole new level. Sophia, even in the midst of her inner turmoil, managed to keep her cool.

With the final clicks of the camera, the intense photoshoot came to an end. Allen and Vivian, still wrapped up in their medieval personas, approached the photographer's camera to inspect the fruits of their labor.

Allen couldn't help but unleash a low whistle of appreciation. "Wow, these look incredible!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

Vivian, her eyes reflecting a similar sense of awe, nodded in agreement. The synergy between their fantasy personas and the envisioned world seemed to have been captured in each frame.

The photographer, sporting a satisfied grin, chimed in, "Glad you guys liked it. The key was in those expressions and poses – they brought the characters to life. It's not just about looking good; it's about making the viewer believe in the story we're telling."

Allen, leaning in for a closer look, pointed at one particular shot where he embodied the dark king's dominance. "This one, man! It's like I can almost feel the power."

Vivian, her eyes alight with enthusiasm, added, "And look at this one! It's perfect!"

The photographer, obviously proud of his work, explained the nuances of his choices. "Exactly! Your expressions, the way you held back laughter during the more, um, 'challenging' poses – it all adds a layer of authenticity. People are going to look at these shots and feel the story, not just see it. These subtle details, the twinkle in your eyes, the tension in the air – that's what makes these images pop."

"Nah. She hasn't given up," Allen casually tossed out, as if revealing the latest plot twist in some soap opera. "I found out she followed me to my apartment last time using a taxi. Looks like she has other plans." His nonchalant delivery was almost comical, and a chuckle slipped out as he reminisced about Sophia's not-so-stealthy stalking adventure.

Vivian blinked, processing the information like a plot twist in a suspenseful movie. "Wait, she followed you?" she clarified, trying to wrap her head around the fact that Sophia was stepping up her game. Allen's calm demeanor, mixed with a chuckle, hinted that he wasn't overly concerned about it. Her eyes widened with a mix of panic and worry as she processed the revelation. "So, she knows your apartment now?" she blurted out, a hint of urgency in her voice.

Allen simply nodded. "Yeah, but you know I won't stay there anymore. I moved today. Yesterday was my last day," he dropped the bomb with a casual tone.

Vivian, caught in the whirlwind of Sophia's antics, felt a sudden rush of relief at Allen's matter-of-fact statement. She heaved a sigh, as if releasing the tension that had been building up. "Oh, thank goodness. I was starting to worry we'd have Sophia popping up at your doorstep like a pizza delivery," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Allen chuckled, the weight of Sophia's unexpected interest lifting from his shoulders. "Nah, I've dodged that bullet. No more unexpected Sophia surprises at my place."

The changing room's journey banter continued, with Vivian throwing a teasing smile Allen's way. "Well, glad you escaped the Sophia stakeout. I was starting to think we needed to hire her as a private investigator for our drama-filled lives."

Allen chuckled, shooting back, "Nah, I prefer a drama-free zone. Besides, I've got my fair share of unexpected plot twists without her."

They laughed off the Sophia saga, but soon, the decision to part ways for a costume change loomed. "Alright, time to go back to reality," Allen declared, gesturing towards the separate changing rooms.

Vivian gave him a playful salute. "See you on the other side, Dark King."

"May the gods be in our favor, Priestess," Allen replied, both of them stepping into their respective changing rooms.

The crew swarmed around them. Vivian found herself surrounded by a team of costume changers and makeup artists, each one meticulously undoing the intricate medieval ensemble. The rustling of fabric filled the air as the crew efficiently worked their magic.

"Watch the makeup, please," Vivian requested, trying not to stain the white costume.

"Got it, Vivian. We're pros at this," one of the crew assured.

Meanwhile, Allen's changing room mirrored the organized chaos. The crew untangled him from the medieval threads, the fake gauntlets and armor pieces scattered like discarded armor after a victorious battle.