[A/N: Shout Out to Zarion for the Castle! Also, this chapter might contain a little bit of Extreme Female Domination, proceed with caution...]
Hugo kept his gaze locked onto Lisa's, his expression dark with mischief and intent.
Slowly, he reached for the waistband of his trousers, determined to make this moment as smooth and seductive as possible—like those effortlessly cool bad boys in the movies.
But fate had other plans.
As he attempted to slide them off in one fluid motion, his zipper snagged against the fabric of his boxers, refusing to budge.
Hugo blinked. Tugged once. Tugged twice. Nothing.
…He was stuck.
A heavy silence settled in the air.
Lisa stared. Then, the corners of her lips twitched.
Before Hugo could salvage the situation, she burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutched her stomach. "Pfft—Hugo, what are you even doing?"