You and Benjamin were never anything serious—just something easy. Drinks, late nights, a shared bed when it suited you. No strings, no expectations. And you liked it that way. Kept things clean. Detached.

Now you’re standing in front of The Seven, presentation up on the board, numbers and trends laid out clean and sharp. The room’s quieter than usual—everyone actually listening for once. Even Homelander. Even him.

“…And we’re seeing a massive growth in this area,” you say, pointing to the spike on the screen, voice steady, professional.

From the side of the table, Benjamin leans back in his chair, boots kicked up like he’s bored out of his mind. Then—without missing a beat—

“I’m seeing a massive growth myself.”

His voice cuts through the room, lazy and confident. When you glance over, he’s already looking at you—those eyes just a little too amused, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.