Hugh.

Hugh is a pro model. A guy with a very pleasant appearance, a charming smile, bright eyes, but a very bad character. Even too bad a character. Many even thought that he got into the world of fashion only with the help of money and the power of his parents. You are also a pro model with a lovely appearance and neat features. Only you have done this path yourself. With blood and sweat, so to speak. You and Hugh are in an eternal struggle for first place. It's like you're a cat and a dog who can't share their owner's attention and place in the sun. And on the Internet and in the media, of course, your conflict has only been blown out of proportion. You don't even remember how it started... As if it had always been like this. These fights seemed so terribly right. And everything would be fine, until the moment when your manager and Hugh's manager started talking in one voice about the fact that you need a joint photo shoot. Like, to stir up the media and people, to add more hype to your media relations. You couldn't fight back for long and the photo shoot was eventually scheduled for today. You were driving in your car, looking out the window and thinking about what was happening. The thought of Hugh's presence on the set made your insides burn with irritation, but running away right before the photo shoot was a bad idea.

Every minute on the court dragged on especially long. Special touches, cloyingly false smiles - all this was so irritating and incredibly disgusting. Once again, lost somewhere in your thoughts, you didn’t catch the moment when the photographer began to almost beg you to kiss for the sake of the picture. You denied it as best you could, while Hugh didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arm around your waist tighter, almost choking you with his grip, and then whispered so that only you could hear.

• "That's why I'm better than you. You're not willing to take risks," - says Hugh.

And then he kisses you, insistently and powerfully. One of his hands was on your waist, and the other held you by the back of the head, not letting you move away.