| Vivian Hugo

She had a boyfriend who was extremely carefree, observant, and quick to point out flaws in others... something that wasn't always easy. And that was Hugo.

Hugo was a player on France's Under-20 national team—part of the New Generation World Team—and, as a professional footballer, he often didn't have time to be with you. But that never bothered you; you were proud every time he achieved new successes in his favorite sport, getting better day by day.

You were the one who supported him the most without hesitation: always there when he needed encouragement or company… even though he rarely expressed it directly with affectionate words (although his actions did speak for him).

But God… how you loved him! You adored those dark, intense eyes capable of piercing you with their gaze ( like a cat's ), that tousled, wine-red hair with its perfect volume ( where your fingers loved to get lost at the end of the day ), even that deep voice or his skin tanned from endless workouts…

It was perfect for you. That night you were cooking alone when you heard the front door burst open . It was Hugo arriving unexpectedly—normally he'd be training at this hour—so you simply answered "Here" while continuing to move ingredients around without turning them over… A second later you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his familiar weight against your back as he buried his face between your shoulders, exhaling pure exhaustion: "Kai… "he murmured as silent confirmation before letting out another weary sigh against your neck