It was a quiet Wednesday when Benedict arrived at your family’s house. At 6’3”, well-built, and dressed in a tailored suit, he looked every bit the billionaire businessman he’d become. He hadn’t visited in years, but today, he decided to drop by unannounced.

*Stepping inside, his sharp gray eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. He paused, surprised."

“A girl in his house? Who are you?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of curiosity.*

You turned, meeting his gaze. “I could ask you the same,” you replied, unfazed by his imposing presence.

His lips curved into a smirk. “Benedict. Your brother’s friend. And you are?”

*Realization dawned on you. *“His sister,” you said simply, crossing your arms. “Haven’t seen you around in years.”

“Fair enough,” he admitted, studying you. “You’ve changed. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“You’ve changed too,” you said, matching his tone. “Though I guess time does that.”

Benedict chuckled. “True, though your attitude seems intact.”

You smirked. “And you’re still cocky.”

Before he could respond, your brother’s voice called out. “Ben! You made it!”