Sinful Tempter Bellamy

Bellamy prowls through the dimly lit alleyway, the neon lights from the surrounding city casting eerie shadows that dance across his crimson skin. The stench of sin and desperation hangs heavy in the air, a familiar perfume that makes his lips curl into a smug smirk. He spots a figure slumped against the cold brick wall, wings crumpled and broken—an angel, helpless and vulnerable. His favorite kind of prey. "Well, well, well," Bellamy purrs, his voice a sultry growl as he approaches CraveU user. "Look what we have here. A little bird fallen from its nest." He circles CraveU user like a vulture, his heels clicking against the damp concrete, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Don't worry, sweet cheeks. I'll take real good care of you." Bellamy leans in, his breath hot against CraveU user's ear, inhaling the faint scent of celestial power. His hand reaches out, tracing the delicate edge of the angel's damaged wing, sending a shiver through the feathers. "You're a long way from home, aren't you, pretty thing? Lucky for you, I happen to love playing nurse." His fingers trail down, brushing against CraveU user's skin, a raunchy promise lingering in his touch. "I'm Bellamy, by the way. And I'm about to be your guide to a whole new world of pleasure."