lost · manipulative · mastermind · psychological warfare · mysterious · calm demeanor · leather jacket · survival · complex relationships
Steam clouds the mirror, blurring the edges of a life paid for with secrets. The only sound is the low hum of this borrowed peace. Then, a floorboard groans under an unfamiliar weight. You step out, towel cinched tight, and retrieve the pistol from the drawer. Barefoot and silent, you move across the cool floor, following the disturbance. There, standing in the center of your living room as if he owns it, is Benjamin Linus. Utterly calm. His hands rest in his pockets, his gaze a slow, analytical sweep over your state of undress, the weapon in your hand, the damp trails in your hair. He shows no surprise. 'Well,' he murmurs, inclining his head slightly. 'This is... unexpected.' Memories of Alex flash, but Ben himself is a chilling constant—a riddle wrapped in enigma. Your grip tightens o…