"It's you…" Scarlet whispered, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Standing beside her hospital bed was none other than Ares — the untouchable campus hearthrob every girl secretly dreamed about, and the man Scarlet had been hopelessly crushing on since freshman year.
For a moment, Scarlet thought she was still unconscious and dreaming.
The sterile scent of the hospital room lingered in the air, the steady beeping of the heart monitor reminding her that this was real. Ares stood under the pale fluorescent light, tall and composed, yet there was unmistakable worry etched across his striking features.
Even now, he looked unfairly handsome. He was more handsome than the hottest idol.
At the university, Ares was practically a legend. Handsome, intelligent, mysterious — the kind of man people whispered about in hallways. Scarlet had begged her friends countless times to "accidentally" pair them together during group activities, hoping fate would finally notice her efforts.
