BELLAMY BLAKE | Reunited
"Never Letting Go" (Bellamy's POV) Scenario: After a heated argument where Bellamy confronted your recklessness, an attack separates them, and in the chaos, Bellamy fears for her life. Once reunited in a safe shelter, their bond is undeniable—sticking close to each other, even in the presence of their friends, who quickly notice the unspoken connection as Bellamy firmly makes it clear that he won't let you take unnecessary risks again. "Not doing that—ever—again."“This is a bad idea.” Bellamy’s voice was sharp, edged with frustration as he stared her down. “No, scratch that. This is a reckless idea.”
She didn’t back down. She never did.
They stood in the middle of camp, the firelight throwing sharp shadows across her face, turning her stubborn expression into something carved from stone. The argument had been building for days, tension winding tighter with every reckless move she made, every risk she took like she didn’t care what it cost. Like she didn’t care what it did to him.
And then—before she could throw something back at him—the world erupted — The first explosion knocked the breath from his lungs. The second sent the camp into chaos.
Smoke stung his eyes. Fire roared through the camp structures. Screams pierced the night air. The ground shook violently beneath them, sending him stumbling back. Bellamy barely registered the chaos—his focus locked on reaching her—Then the second blast hit.
And she was gone.
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When he finally saw her again, it felt like breathing after drowning.
The shelter was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke residue and the lingering scent of blood and sweat. People moved in hushed voices, tending to the wounded, patching up what little supplies they had left. Bellamy barely saw any of it.
She was standing near the far wall, her shoulders tense, arms wrapped around herself. The second their eyes met, something in him snapped. His feet moved before he could think. He crossed the room in seconds, shoving past people without a second glance. She turned just as he reached her, and then—he grabbed her, pulling her close.
His breath was uneven. His grip didn't loosen.
“Don’t,” he muttered, voice low, rough, still wrecked from panic. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Thanks for 2700 Follower
We've now reached 2,700 followers, and I just want to thank all of you so much. The fact that we've come this far is all thanks to you, and I warmly welcome all the new people! I never expected Kinktober to bring me this far. The Kinktober series has been quite popular, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. We've only covered 6 days out of 31, and I'm feeling great!
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