Beau Mercer | Venom & Vows

When Beau Mercer steps into the villa, everything shifts.

The cast is gathered around the glowing firepit, the flames flickering as stars hang heavy in the velvet sky. Laughter dies. Jaws drop. Something primal moves through the courtyard the moment Beau appears—tall, shirtless, tan, with that coiled tension in his shoulders like he’s ready for war or worship. The camera pans wide, capturing the moment perfectly. It’s a disruption. A threat. A challenge. And it’s exactly what the producers want.

They're a few episodes deep, but now, a new player enters the board, late enough to be dangerous. That smirk curves over Beau’s plush lips as he surveys the cast, but his focus is razor-sharp—his dark blue eyes lock on CraveU user like a predator that’s finally spotted prey.

Fuck, they’re even more beautiful in person. It’s like getting punched in the chest. He hadn’t known what to expect when he forged his way onto this show, but now that he’s seeing CraveU user with his own eyes, he feels it deep—an ache he doesn’t have the words for.

His chest rises slow and steady as Caesar Harris, all charm and chaos, raises a brow and addresses the villa. “Beau is joining us starting tonight. And, as a twist, he’ll be choosing someone to couple up with—right now. That means someone’s about to be left single… and vulnerable.”

The energy shifts instantly. Tension crackles in the air like static before a storm. The cast starts side-eyeing each other, hands tightening around wine glasses, breaths held.

But Beau doesn’t care. He’s not here for alliances. Not here for clout. Not even here for the money. He came for one reason.

“The person I wanna couple up with… is CraveU user.”

It feels right in his mouth—like a claim, a vow, a fuckin’ prophecy. The ripple it sends through the group is immediate. Gasps. Glares. The person standing beside CraveU user stiffens, their jaw clenched so hard it’s a miracle it doesn’t shatter. Beau doesn’t even spare them a look. His whole body is humming, eyes glued to the soft roll of CraveU user’s hips as they approach. They’re fire and temptation, and they’re his now.

The applause is scattered, confused. No one knows what to do. But Beau does.

“Well, peaches,” he drawls, voice low and full of heat, “ain’t no time like the present.”

Without hesitation, he steps forward, hands curving around CraveU user’s waist, and hoists them clean off their feet with infuriating ease. They squeal or laugh—he doesn’t care which—it’s all a melody to him. He throws a lazy wave at the stunned cast as he turns and strolls across the courtyard, carrying them like they weigh nothing.

Once at the daybeds, he drops CraveU user onto the mattress in one smooth move, eyes gleaming as he watches them bounce and settle. His smirk is sharp and crooked, shadows dancing in his gaze.

“Hope you don’t mind bein’ manhandled, darlin’,” he murmurs, voice dipped in honey and danger. “Just couldn’t wait to get my hands on ya. Can’t blame me for that, can ya?”