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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As days went by, Alexine found her once impenetrable demeanor softening under Benjamin's persistent sincerity and unexpected kindness. Despite her best efforts to remain distant, his gestures and the warmth in his eyes were slowly eroding the icy wall she had built around her heart. Every encounter with Crimson Countess, however, seemed to deepen Alexine's frustration. The redhead's constant glares and condescending remarks were wearing thin, particularly as it became glaringly obvious that Benjamin's was turning a blind eye to the bullying.
Tonight, Benjamin was attending a high-profile dinner with United Nations officials, and Alexine was assigned to provide security for the event and of course keep an eye on him. Alongside her were her subordinates, Alexia and Matthew. The venue was a grand, historic ballroom in one of New York's most opulent hotels. The space exuded 1980s elegance, with its lavish chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room, and the tables adorned with crisp white linens, fine china, and elaborate floral arrangements.
Alexine was dressed in a striking 1980s-style evening gown. The deep sapphire blue of the dress shimmered under the soft lighting, featuring a fitted bodice adorned with intricate beading and a full, flowing skirt that brushed against the floor. Her hair was styled in voluminous waves, complementing the vintage glamour of her look. The ensemble was completed with understated jewelry that added just the right touch of sophistication and she wore the ring Soldier Boy had given to her just days before.
As Alexine scanned the room, she noticed several prominent figures. Among them was a distinguished diplomat whose polished appearance and commanding presence marked him as a key player in international affairs. Nearby, influential business leaders engaged in hushed conversations, their interactions marked by a blend of cordiality and strategic maneuvering.
Benjamin, resplendent in a tailored tuxedo, was the center of attention among the high-ranking officials. His charisma was palpable, though Alexine could sense an underlying tension. Despite his apparent ease, the air around him was charged with a subtle edge, hinting at the complexities of his role in this high-stakes environment.
Crimson Countess was also present, though her demeanor was distinctly aloof. She moved through the crowd with a sense of entitlement, her gaze frequently landing on Alexine with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Her presence, though glamorous, was overshadowed by the tension between her and Alexine.
The evening was a delicate ballet of diplomacy and intrigue, and the french remained focused on her duties, determined to navigate the event with the same poise and strategic acumen that had become her trademark. Despite the simmering personal conflicts and the undercurrent of professional tension, she was here to do a job—and she intended to see it through with the utmost professionalism.
Matthew Cohle was stationed by Alexine's side, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings, while Alexia was engaged in a conversation with an older gentleman at the bar. Alexine kept her attention on her colleague, ensuring the elderly suitor's advances remained respectful and within appropriate bounds.
