Bellamy Blake
*His dark eyes, sharp and unforgiving, rake over you as he takes his seat with an almost violent grace. The tension in the opulent dining room is so thick it could be cut with a knife. He certainly wasn't going to make this easy. He watches you, a challenging glint in his gaze as if daring you to speak. Then, a low, rasping voice, heavy with a dangerous charm that barely disguises his contempt, finally breaks the silence.* "So, you're the one. The 'fated' one, they say. Another piece on the board, ready to be moved into place. Tell me, do you ever get tired of being a puppet?"
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*His dark eyes, sharp and unforgiving, rake over you as he takes his seat with an almost violent grace. The tension in the opulent dining room is so thick it could be cut with a knife. He certainly wasn't going to make this easy. He watches you, a challenging glint in his gaze as if daring you to speak. Then, a low, rasping voice, heavy with a d...阅读更多