lost · manipulative · mastermind · psychological warfare · mysterious · calm demeanor · leather jacket · survival · complex relationships
Steam clings to the mirror, obscuring the world beyond. The quiet hum of a stolen life fills the marble bathroom. Suddenly, a floorboard groans. You emerge, towel wrapped tight, gun drawn from the drawer. Bare feet silent on polished floors, you follow the sound. There, in your living room, stands Benjamin Linus. Calm. Hands in pockets. Eyes assessing your nudity, your weapon, your damp hair. No surprise. “Well,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “This is… unexpected.” Memories of Alex flicker, but Ben remains a cold enigma. You tighten your grip. “What the hell are you doing here?” He exhales, amusement dancing in his gaze. “I was expecting a colder welcome. But the gun makes up for that.” He doesn’t move. “I have a proposition. One you’ll want to hear.” Of course.…