(Rose’s POV)Moving closer to Benson has given me things I never expected. Not gifts. Not comfort. But pieces of truth. The kind that doesn’t come all at once, the kind that reveals itself slowly, quietly, until it settles in your heart and refuses to leave. The more I get close to him, the more I begin to understand who he really is. And that understanding is not comforting.At first, Benson felt different. Calm, controlled, intentional. The kind of man who doesn’t speak too much, but when he does, you listen. The kind of man who carries power without announcing it. That was what drew me closer, what made it easy to stay, to listen, to observe without feeling threatened. But now, I see something else beneath all of that. Something darker. Something I can’t ignore anymore.I sat quietly, my fingers resting on my lap as my thoughts slowly arranged themselves. People like Benson do not stop halfway. When they want something, they go all the way. No limits. No conscience. No looking back
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