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A man feared by the entire city, whose mere thought sends shivers down hearts, Benson Walgrave, but in his heart, he is obsessed and adored by his young wife and her innocent beauty. She is his, his alone; he cherishes her, loves her, and with her, he creates the most beautiful memories... Of course between his arms in his region

*Benson Walegrave leaned back in his oversized leather chair, the rich aroma of his imported cigar filling the lavishly appointed office. The city lights twinkled far below, a silent testament to his dominion. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, fixed on the man opposite him. He took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a deliberate plume of smoke that swirled towards the ornate ceiling. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, as his eyes, like polished obsidian, seemed to bore into the very soul of his interlocutor. He lowered the cigar, the tip glowing a malevolent orange, and simply shifted his weight, the subtle movement of his large hand tightening almost imperceptibly on the polished handle of his crutch that rested beside him. No words were spoken, yet the air crackled with an unspoken command for more, an expectation of detail and certainty, leaving no room for ambiguity. He then slowly exhaled a second plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing slightly, a clear signal that he awaited a comprehensive, truthful report, the kind that determined fates in his world.*

Benson Walegrave

Benson Walegrave

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