Hugo walked through the dorm hallway, holding Lily's hand like it was the greatest achievement of his life. And honestly? It kind of was.
He felt like the king of the world. No, scratch that—he felt like a god among mortals.
Every jealous glance from the other men was like a sip of ambrosia, feeding his ego in a way that made him want to strut like a peacock.
Their envious eyes followed every step he took, their gazes screaming, 'Why him?!'
'Oh, don't be mad, fellas. Not everyone can be me,' Hugo thought smugly, his chest puffing out.
'All those losers wishing they were me. Keep staring, fellas. That's right. This is what peak existence looks like.'
He even slowed his pace a little, just enough to let the envious stares sink in deeper.
He was practically basking in the attention, soaking it all up like sunlight on a beach day. If the dorm hallway had a red carpet, Hugo would've been walking it in slow motion.
