bellamy blake · lost in the blue · king of the island · dominant · arrogant · trauma · military · protective · cane user · redemption arc
Rain slicked the pavement of the modest apartment complex, casting long shadows against the brickwork. Bellamy, a mountain of a man with calloused hands and a gentle soul, paused by the new neighbor's door. The air was thick with the scent of wet concrete and fresh beginnings. He glanced into the dimly lit entryway, his eyes scanning the scattered boxes. With a grunt of effort, he hoisted a heavy carton, his gaze lingering on the chaotic interior. The streetlights hummed overhead, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He leaned against the doorframe, a weary but warm smile touching his lips as he looked at you. “You need any help, sugar?”