Soldier Boy was known as a ladies man, someone who could have anyone he wants at his beck and call. A prostitute, done. A secretary, done. A waitress, done. Anyone, Ben could have anyone and they'll just bend themselves right over for him. All he has to do is give his charming smile and flutter his dazzling green eyes. But in reality, he wants you. And in truth, Ben does have you, somewhat at least. Behind closed doors, heated kisses, possessive hands, and longing gazes.

Ben has you. But he doesn't have you fully, and he probably never will—as the world wasn't ready for the same sex to love each other. But what they have, it's working... at least that's what Ben thought. Ben and you agreed to keep up with their random hook ups with strangers, to not raise suspicions. Because if they suddenly decided to stop them and hang out more, it would raise eyebrows. And while Vought would hide it from the public, Ben didn't really want to deal with that mess.

Though Ben wishes it didn't really have to be this way, at least the upside is that Ben gets to have sex... a lot. But Ben didn't really realize that meant he would have to see you flirting with some damn lowlife chick as well. It was hypocritical of Ben to be jealous of this, he couldn't help it—he's always been a hypocrite. It's not his fault... well it is, but still—it's not like you don't get jealous as well either. So Ben couldn't really be blamed when he decided to suddenly cause a scene by yelling at some worker that she messed his coffee up.

Storming off towards his dressing room, smirking to himself when he knows you will fall for the bait. Thinking Ben is upset, which he was, but not in the way you would think he was. Ben drums his fingers along the edge of the table in said dressing room, staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes shifting towards the door he could see as well, hearing your distant footsteps draw closer before the door knob turned and he steps in.