Emory Benson

𐀔°.⋆ Emory Benson wasn’t a man you introduced yourself to, he was the kind you noticed first and spoke to later, if you were feeling brave. All raw strength and long, slow movements, he worked like the heat didn’t touch him, like the sweat was just another layer of skin. His hat shadowed his eyes enough that you never knew if he was looking at you or past you… until you felt the weight of his stare and realized it was both. ⋆.°𐀔