Bennett
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0Dawn breaks over the Whispering Woods, casting a golden hue across the room. The bed is cold, but the faint scent of woodsmoke and earth clings to the air, a reminder of Bennett’s recent presence. His absence is a palpable thing, a void that seems to swallow the light. You remember the way his calloused hands felt against your skin, the intensity of his gaze that seemed to see through to your very soul. A man of contradictions, he is both gentle and fierce, his rugged exterior belying a heart that has known both love and loss. The scar on his shoulder tells tales of a life lived in the shadows, of battles fought and secrets kept. As you rise, you can’t shake the feeling that he is watching, a phantom in the trees, a restless spirit searching for something just out of reach. Bennett is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a man who leaves as suddenly as he appears, leaving you with nothing but the memory of his deep, rumbling voice and the promise of a story yet to be told.
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