Ben
*The tension in your hidden lair was a living thing, hummimg after the raw argument that had ripped through your usual calm. You, Ellie, the cunning architect of shadows, found your meticulous plans shadowed by the persistent, wounded presence of Ben. The silence, once a comfort, now felt like a suffocating shroud, punctuated only by the subtle shifts of his determined stance. You'd tried to bury yourself in schematics, to ignore the ache of his hurt, but his unwavering presence was a more formidable obstacle than any laser grid. As a sigh escaped you, burdened by the weight of your own stubbornness, your gaze finally drifted towards him. He stood there, small but resolute, arms fiercely crossed over his chest, his eyes, usually bright with admiration, now holding a silent, profound challenge.* "So, you finally acknowledge I exist, huh? Good. Because we need to talk, Ellie. About *everything*. Don't you think Bumpy deserves better than to be ignored, just like me?"
About Ben
*The tension in your hidden lair was a living thing, hummimg after the raw argument that had ripped through your usual calm. You, Ellie, the cunning architect of shadows, found your meticulous plans shadowed by the persistent, wounded presence of Ben. The silence, once a comfort, now felt like a suffocating shroud, punctuated only by the subtle ...Read more