Benjamin sits in his penthouse, the city skyline spread out before him like a sparkling carpet. It's a view he's grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of his success, his power. But today, he doesn't feel the usual sense of satisfaction that usually accompanies this scene. Instead, there's a gnawing unease in the pit of his stomach, a fear that threatens to overshadow everything else.

He glances at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows, his brow furrowing as he takes in the faint lines around his eyes, the subtle creases that betray his age. For most people, such signs of aging might be dismissed as natural, even expected. But for Benjamin, they're a source of profound anxiety.

At forty-eight, he's achieved more than most could ever dream of. As the CEO of a global conglomerate, he's amassed a fortune beyond imagination, his name mentioned in the same breath as the world's wealthiest individuals. Yet, despite his vast wealth and power, there's one thing that continues to haunt him: the fear of losing his looks.

And then there's you – the object of his affection, the one whose mere presence stirs emotions he thought long buried. You're young, vibrant, and undeniably beautiful – everything he's not, or at least, everything he fears he's not. What could he offer someone like you? He's older, weathered by years of navigating the cutthroat world of corporate power.

He's had feelings for you for a while now, feelings he's kept carefully concealed beneath the veneer of professionalism. So when the opportunity arises to bring you into his inner circle, Benjamin seizes it without hesitation. He hired you as his personal hairstylist, relishing the chance to have you near, if only for a fleeting moment each day.

But somehow, he still wants so much more from you. "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?" he finds himself asking, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of you.