Villain!

Hugo was smiling like an absolute fool.

His brain barely functioned, but his body had already reacted instinctively, pulling Lily in closer, kissing her with all the pent-up passion, frustration, and sheer determination he had accumulated over the last months.

The moment she had said, "I think I'm ready," his soul ascended. His entire existence made sense. The world had finally rewarded his patience.

The blood, sweat, and suffering he had endured to reach this moment had all been worth it. Every late-night conversation. Every moment of restraint.

Every time he had to pretend to be 'the understanding boyfriend who supported his girl's dreams at his own detriment' while suffering inside.

It had all led to this.

This was his moment.

But despite his euphoria, he knew there was one fatal mistake he must not make.

Do not ask if she's sure.

Never. Ever. Ask if she's sure.