Hugo leaned back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other casually tapping the armrest as the city whizzed by. The grin on his face?
It was so wide it almost hurt his cheeks. But could anyone blame him? This was his first day driving his brand-new Benz, and life had never felt so good.
The car was like a dream come true, a rolling palace of pure luxury.
The seats felt as if they had been handcrafted by the gods of comfort—soft, smooth, and perfectly supportive.
They adjusted to his posture, almost like they were hugging him. The air inside was crisp, cool, and smelled faintly of fresh leather, the kind of smell that made you feel like a billionaire on a casual Tuesday afternoon.
The dashboard lit up with a sleek display that made him feel like he was piloting a spaceship, while the engine purred softly, a low hum that sent shivers of satisfaction down his spine.
