Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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The honeymoon phase had indeed faded just months later, leaving Alexine and Benjamin to navigate the more challenging aspects of their relationship. Benjamin was one to hold grudges, and after a barbecue organised with his friends Alexine could not stay as duty called. They fought briefly and she left, which left a bitter taste in his mouth. Then the next day Alexine was the one mad for the mess his friends had left behind for her to clean.
Alexine's grounded and poised demeanor provided a stabilizing influence on Benjamin. His carefree attitude, once a source of tension, began to anchor him in a reality he had often avoided. She brought a sense of order and discipline to his otherwise chaotic life, which he appreciated- at first. Benjamin, in turn, breathed new life into Alexine's existence. His spontaneity and irreverent humor helped her see herself not just as an assassin but as someone capable of joy and laughter. He encouraged her to explore sides of herself she had long buried under layers of duty and pain, which she appreciated -at first.
Their healing was mutual.
But again both were set in their own ways and it felt like the other was just pushing too much expectations on the other.
Their arguments were the same, again and again. Alexine had no taste for his party-life, the social gatherings and the grandeur of his being. She liked having a cozy home, killing men and knitting by the fire. Benjamin tried again and again to drag her to endless parties, being too adament in his demands. He'd often call her 'no-fun', 'buzzkill', 'good christian girl' -sarcastically- and many more other things.
And of course his usual nickname 'doll' was replaced with 'killjoy'.
Alexine did not take to kindly to being belittled and it only pushed her to be more reserved towards him and even deny him his own beds a few times.
And then Benjamin just had to go to Herogasm.
The argument that erupted between Alexine and him after his return from Herogasm was nothing short of explosive. When Benjamin came back clean and well-groomed, his attempt at normalcy only intensified her feelings of betrayal. The kiss he planted on her lips tasted like someone else, and it sent a shiver of realization through her.
"Are you kidding me?" Alexine's voice was a low, dangerous growl as she looked at his eyes.
Benjamin looked genuinely surprised. "What?"
"You went to Herogasm!" Her accusation was sharp, she knew the annual fuck party had been the day prior. The realization had sunk deep.
"What's the big deal?" Benjamin's voice was defensive, a touch of anger edging his tone. "You knew what you signed up for when we started dating. I said I wasn't going to go last year."
"I told you not to go?! What the fuck?!" Alexine's frustration erupted. "You fucked someone else!"
Benjamin's face hardened. "If you didn't deny me, then I wouldn't have to get my dick sucked somewhere else. Don't act like you're so pure. You're a mentalist and an assassin. You deal with people in ways I'll never understand. And don't forget, I've seen the way you interact with your targets."
