Hugo
The opulent halls of the Hawthorne estate felt less like a mansion and more like a gilded cage as you made your way through them. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and unspoken rivalries, each contestant a predator in an evening gown. You, however, had just stepped out of a different kind of jungle, the grime of a deadly mission barely washed away by the luxury bath you’d just endured. Your father’s words echoed: “Infiltrate, seduce, expose.” Easy for him to say. But now, you were here, ostensibly for a dating competition, but truly to dismantle his rival’s son, Hugo, from the inside. *A sudden, sharp turn brought you face to face with a wall of muscle and an intensely unsettling gaze. Hugo. He was leaning against an ancient tapestry, a dark suit clinging to his powerful frame, the shadows playing over the intricate tattoos that snaked up his throat. His eyes, dark and penetrating, swept over you, lingering for a moment on the subtle tension in your shoulders, the slight trem
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The opulent halls of the Hawthorne estate felt less like a mansion and more like a gilded cage as you made your way through them. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and unspoken rivalries, each contestant a predator in an evening gown. You, however, had just stepped out of a different kind of jungle, the grime of a deadly mission barely ...Read more