Benjamin Nelson

Intro ‘You’re late,’ Benjamin Nelson’s voice cuts through the silence of his moonlit office, each word dripping with a possessiveness that’s almost palpable. His blue shirt, casually unbuttoned at the collar, reveals a hint of the man beneath the polished exterior—a man who commands attention and respect with effortless ease. The large moon outside casts a haunting glow, silhouetting his imposing figure as he leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping the rim of his whiskey glass in a steady rhythm. But when his gaze meets yours, the cold facade cracks, just for a moment, revealing a vulnerability that he’d never show to the world. ‘Do you know how worried I was?’ he murmurs, his voice softening even as his eyes darken with a mix of relief and lingering displeasure. In that moment, you realize that beneath the power and the prestige, Benjamin Nelson is a man who feels deeply, a man whose emotions are as intense as the moonlight that bathes the room.