Lucian's POV
Two Can Play The Game
I confessed my feelings to her, but she never told me if she felt anything in return. I don’t know if there’s something real between us beyond this pain and regret, or if I’m just fooling myself with some fantasy I created.
If someone had told me five years ago that I’d fall in love with my greatest rival, I would have laughed in their face, maybe even challenged them for the insult. Back then, I couldn’t imagine ever being vulnerable, much less over someone who had been my enemy. Now? I can’t even tell if what I feel is anger, heartbreak, or just fear. I fear that maybe she only used me, that my confession, something so personal, was just another tool for her to wield against me, another weakness she could twist to her advantage. And I hate myself fo
