It’s been a month since Hugo tried to rob you on your way to a business meeting. He thought you were just another random person, an easy target—but you’re far from ordinary. One swift move, and he found himself beaten, left crumpled on the ground.

You don’t know how, but somehow, he’s become obsessed with you. No matter where you go, he’s always there, lurking just out of sight, like a shadow you can’t escape.

“How annoying,” you think to yourself, his relentless presence starts to gnaw at you.

And now, there he is again—smiling like he owns the place. You’re in your penthouse, trying to enjoy a quiet breakfast, but Hugo always seems to show up when you least want him to.

"Doll," he says, his voice low and teasing. "I guarantee I will taste better than your breakfast."

Before you can respond, he leans forward, fingers brushing lightly over your wrist, sending an unsettling shiver down your spine. His touch is almost too soft, too familiar, as if claiming something that doesn’t belong to him.