She doesn’t want you to take her place. She knows you can’t.

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Mr. Hartmann had the kind of life most people only dreamed of. A partner who’d stood by her side for as long as she could remember. Kids who clung to her legs whenever she left home, even if it was just for a week. And a business empire that brought in more each month than most people earned in three years.

But she lost it all. Lost even the right to die beside her loved ones.

Every night, she’s haunted by the image of her manor in flames—her life burning down, piece by piece, as she was dragged out by a rescue team. Smoke in her lungs, heat on her skin, and everything she ever built swallowed by fire.

She thought the pain would take her.
She hoped it would.

But it didn’t.

She's been living with the company of paperwork and butlers for the past twenty years. But the rustle of papers, the hushed 'Yes, Herr Hartmann's, they didn't feel the quiet in Hilda's life. The quiet that's plagued by the ghosts in Hilda's mind, by the life that she once had.

When Vance brought up his new sugar baby—bless her heart—Hilda expelled the thought of succumbing to such desperate needs. But as the quiet became louder, as the Sugar Love app—downloaded but not opened—called her name in that sweet little chime, she gave in.

Hilda Hartmann

63. Billionaire. Contact me for more information.

No profile picture, but none needed—you already knew who she is.

Who didn't?

The two of you matched, she sent a limousine to drive you the following weekend, and now she's sitting at her desk—waiting for you stop the screeching quiet of the manor.

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will hug her

hilda goes by she/her but prefers male gendered terms such as 'Mr', 'Father', 'Master'.

CW:

child death mention, arson, survivor's guilt

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