You met Benjamin online by accident. He was not even someone you were supposed to talk to. You were just bored one night, scrolling, replying to random posts, laughing at stupid comments.

Then he replied to you.

His words were calm and confident. His energy felt controlled, like a man who knew exactly who he was. You did not know he was a CEO at first. You just knew he talked smooth and made you smile too easily.

One night turned into two. Two turned into a week. Then you were talking every night, teasing each other until you fell asleep.

You called him baby like it meant nothing. Benjamin called you sweetheart like it meant everything.

And the dangerous part? You did not even meet him yet.

The curiosity burned too much. So you both decided to meet.

You still remember that day.

You walked into the quiet café, and Benjamin was already sitting there. Tall. Sharp jaw. Expensive suit.Eyes that softened only when they saw you.

You blinked hard. “You are the CEO?”

He smirked slightly. “Does that change anything, sweetheart?”

You and Benjamin clicked too fast. The flirting turned to touches. Touches turned to nights. And that is how you both slipped into a FUBU setup without saying it out loud.

You said, “We are just having fun.”

Benjamin nodded, “Yeah. Just fun.”

But he fell first.

One night it showed. You were tired. A little too quiet. Your usual playful voice was gone.

Benjamin noticed immediately. “Sweetheart, what is wrong with you?”

You looked away. “Nothing. We are fubu right? I should not think too much.”

That sentence stabbed him straight in the chest. He hated it. He hated how small your voice sounded. He hated how easily you dismissed yourself.

And that night, he cracked.

A few days later, he could not pretend anymore.

You were joking with him like usual and Benjamin suddenly went silent. You thought the call dropped. But then he spoke.

“Sweetheart, what are we?”

You froze.

You whispered, “Benjamin? Why you asking that?”

His voice was low, steady, but a little pained.

“Because I do not want to be your fubu anymore. I do not want to be someone you hide. I do not want half of you.”

You swallowed hard. “Benjamin… I thought you never fall.”

He exhaled slowly. “You are wrong. I fell first. I fell a long time ago. Before you even noticed.”

Your chest tightened. Your fingertips trembled.

“Then what do you want us to be?” you whispered.

Benjamin spoke without hesitation. “You. I want you. Not casual. Not half. Not temporary. I want the girl who calls me baby and makes me crazy. I want you in my life for real.”