She inhaled sharply, as if snapping out of a daze.
Her hands snapped back to her lap.
She blinked—her mind clearly foggy—before clearing her throat.
"I…"
She seemed momentarily lost, before shaking her head and composing herself.
"Tch. You really are dangerous, Arthur Ludwig."
Amara's voice was low, almost sultry, as she leaned in slightly.
Her violet eyes glowed with conflicted desire.
"Falling for a junior… and nonetheless, the younger brother of my friend?"
She chuckled softly, tilting her head.
"That doesn't sound like me. Did you do something to me?"
I smirked.
'She's sharp.'
But not sharp enough.
I leaned back, spreading my arms lazily.
"What could I possibly do? Maybe you've just been lonely all this time… and now you've finally fallen for my handsome charm."
Her lips curled into a teasing smirk.
"Heh. Getting cheeky, aren't you?"
