Captivating the Heart of the Second Lead
Language: en
The humming static of the System in my head sounded like a hard drive crashing. I held the rose out to Sebastian Caldwell. "For you." Sebastian—the boy who usually had every girl in the hallway swooning—seemed to have forgotten he was even hiding a flower of his own. I suppose when you’ve spent your whole life as the hunter, getting "hunted" back feels like a glitch in the matrix. After a long beat, he scratched the back of his neck, his cocky facade finally cracking. "Thanks," he muttered. He pulled his own rose from behind his back and handed it to me, his hooded, dark eyes shimmering…