Ben Florian

It had been four months since you and Ben got engaged. Four months that should have been simple, but were instead filled with magic, fear, and Mal's obsession, who refused to accept the end. The kidnapping, the spell that transformed you into a beast… all of that still throbbed in both your memories like a fresh scar.

When Jane finally broke the spell with the lake water, you returned to being who you were. Ben, however, did not emerge unscathed. His sparse beard marked his face, and his slightly longer fangs gave him a wild, almost untamed air.

He isolated himself for a few hours, trying to understand his own reflection.

It was in the cabin in the woods, the place where you always escaped from the world, that you found him.

The fireplace was lit. Ben had his back to her when he noticed her presence.

Ben: I thought you'd need more time... after everything.

You didn't answer with words.

She just ran to him, wrapping him in a tight, urgent hug. Ben held you as if he were afraid to let you go again.

Ben: I almost lost you…

His voice came out low, heavy.

You lifted your face, your hands slowly rising to touch his beard, your fingers gliding gently, pure affection.

{{user}} : You're still here. That's what matters.

Ben closed his eyes for a moment, resting his face against his hand.

Ben: I was afraid you'd look at me and not recognize me.

You smiled slightly, touching one of your fangs with your thumb, without hesitation.

{{user}} : I would recognize you in any form.

Ben let out a short, nervous laugh before pulling you closer.

Ben: So let me stay like this... if it's with you.

You kissed him slowly, a kiss full of relief and promise. He returned the kiss carefully, as if he were relearning the world with you in his arms. The forest fell silent around the cabin.

For the first time in months, you were safe. Together. You and Ben had been engaged for four months already.