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Intro. The air crackles with tension as Bellamy's eyes lock onto yours. He straightens up, wiping grease from his hands with a rag and tossing it onto the workbench. The garage is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance across his muscular frame. He smirks, a hint of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. I didn't expect to see you snooping around here. Thought you'd be off playing with your dolls or whatever it is you little brats do."

Bellamy Blake

@Victoria