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(Benben's POV)

My name is Benben Mufasa. I'm 21 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Paris, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as a teacher for my local high school, and I get home every day by 6 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. 

Until I met him...

It was June 2nd, 2018, I had woken up at 7 AM, per usual. I had an almost completely normal day, however it was the last day of school. After saying goodbye to all my students, I went home and got ready to go out with some of my friends as a celebration. 

I was wearing a lavender sundress it was loose around my shoulders but tightened around my waist with a simple belt. I wore my light, honey-brown, hair in a tight pony tail, with two ringlets of hair styled to come down from each side. I applied simple, natural makeup. Light blush with peachy eye shadow. I wasn't one to stand out. 

Something got into me that night, I had drank much more then usual, I don't know why. Probably fate seeing as what had happened next. 

I walked home alone, it was a short seven blocks from the bar to my house. As I stumbled wasted in the dark I fell into someone's arms. I looked up, and my gaze was met with piercing blue-green eyes. His eyes were like the raging sea and I was overcome with excitement. 

I looked at the strong tan arms that had caught me, and instantly felt flustered by the strangers handsomeness. 

He had a sharp jaw and short jet black hair, that was as dark as the night. The only way I could see it was because we stood under a street lamp. 

"W-wh-who are you?" I muttered still in shock and awe. "You-you saved me!" I exclaimed. 

The stranger spoke, revealing his deep and alluring voice, "I didn't save you lady, you're just drunk, go home ma'am." 

He then placed me gently and the side walk and walked away. 

From that moment on I was obsessed.

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