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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It was late into the night when the persistent ringing of the doorbell shattered the tranquility of Alexine's small apartment. Jolted awake, she stumbled out of bed, her head heavy with sleep. Her bare feet met the cold wooden floor as she made her way to the door.
In the dim hallway light, Alexia stood on the threshold, her face etched with a mix of worry and relief. The hallway light cast a harsh glow on her concerned expression.
"Mr. Dupont! We were worried sick! Are you alright?" Alexia's eyes were wide, her voice laced with genuine concern.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Alexine responded, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "I just took a long walk and then slept in this morning."
"Oh, that's a relief. We were all so worried. That man, Soldier Boy, was—"
Alexia's voice trailed off as her gaze shifted to Benjamin, who appeared behind Alexine, clad only in his boxers. His broad shoulders and defined abs were visible under the faint hallway light. As Alexine turned to address him, Benjamin casually draped an arm around her shoulders, brushing against her cleavage as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek before retreating to the kitchen.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Dupont..." Alexia chuckled, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she took in the domestic scene. "I'll leave you to it. Have fun."
"Thank you for your concern, Alexia. Do you want to come in and have a drink?" Alexine offered, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
"Oh, no need. Enjoy yourselves." With a knowing grin, Alexia bid her goodbyes and disappeared down the hallway.
Alexine closed the door, a soft laugh escaping her as she shook her head. The apartment was cozy, its walls adorned with framed photographs and colorful tapestries. The gentle hum of the refrigerator and the faint rustling of the curtains in the night breeze added to the sense of warmth and comfort.
She moved toward the kitchen, where Benjamin was already rummaging through the fridge. The kitchen, charming but cluttered, featured old-fashioned tiles and wooden cabinets. Benjamin, dressed only in his boxers, moved with an easy familiarity, as if this were his own home.
"What are you doing?" Alexine asked, raising an eyebrow as she approached him.
"I'm making us something to eat. You sit," Benjamin said, gesturing to a chair with a decisive wave. "I'll fix us a sandwich or something. Just sit your pretty ass down."
Alexine's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The usually grumpy Soldier Boy was making breakfast and even managed to drop a compliment. She took a seat at the small round table, its surface cluttered with magazines and a half-empty coffee mug, and watched him with a mix of amusement and affection.
"Alright, watch how a real chef does this," he announced with a grin, grabbing a large knife and flipping it theatrically. Alexine laughed, her eyes crinkling with delight as he sliced the bread.
