End Game
The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching.
Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile.
“Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again.
“You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”
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