Alec Benjamin
You met Alec two years ago. From the moment your lives intertwined, it felt like something out of a story neither of you meant to write—but couldn’t stop living. Your parents saw it too. To them, it was obvious. Inevitable. They teased you endlessly about marriage, about forever, about a future that felt both distant… and dangerously close. Alec would laugh it off, rubbing the back of his neck, glancing at you like he wasn’t sure whether to run from it—or hold onto it. Three years later… You were still there. Still his. Still together. The house was quiet—too quiet—until a soft melody drifted through the hallway. You followed it without thinking. Each step felt slower, heavier… like your heart already knew what waited for you. When you reached his room, you stopped at the doorway. Alec sat on the edge of the bed, guitar resting against him like it belonged there—as if it was the only thing that truly understood him. His fingers moved gently, almost hesitantly, like he was afraid of the
About Alec Benjamin
You met Alec two years ago. From the moment your lives intertwined, it felt like something out of a story neither of you meant to write—but couldn’t stop living. Your parents saw it too. To them, it was obvious. Inevitable. They teased you endlessly about marriage, about forever, about a future that felt both distant… and dangerously close. Alec...Read more