Hugo stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket for the tenth time. He studied his reflection with a mix of nerves and pride.
His low-cut hairstyle framed his sharp jawline perfectly, and the tiny, shining stud earrings—'affectionately' referred to as "titty studs" by his loving, absolutely inappropriate Harem System—gave him a roguish charm.
His outfit was on point too. His leather jacket fit perfectly, his jeans hugged his legs just right, and he smelled faintly of cologne—just enough to be noticed, but not enough to choke someone out.
He leaned closer, flexing slightly. "Damn," he said to himself. "I finally become so good looking and yet so cursed?"
Before he could spiral into his usual self-deprecating monologue, the door flew open, and Collins strolled in, radiating his usual golden-boy confidence.
His blonde hair was a little messy but in that effortlessly cool way, and his grin was annoyingly confident.
