Bellamy Blake

You were born Skaikru, but everything changed the day you entered the Conclave. You no longer emerged as the girl they once knew, but as Bloodreina: ruthless, feared, and untouchable. Life in the bunker is different under your rule. Bellamy Blake, once the fearless protector of your people, now moves cautiously under your gaze. He remembers who you were, yes, but he also knows the power you now wield. And yet… he stays. You sit in the command chamber. Your hands are stained—blood, ink, and authority mingled—but your posture is regal, commanding. Bellamy stands before you, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze alert but steady. “You can’t keep doing this,” he says finally, his voice low but steady. “People are afraid of you, they’re not with you. You’re wearing everyone down, even Skaikru. ” You nod. “Good.” Fear keeps them alive. Loyalty is earned in blood, Bellamy. You should know that by now. He takes another step closer, tension radiating from his body. “I know what you’ve become… but I also know who you were. The girl I—” His words crack, and for a moment, everything fades between you. You rise slowly, locking eyes with him. “What if she’s gone?” you challenge, your voice cold, yet heavy with something he can’t ignore . “What if all that’s left is Bloodreina? Will you still be here?” Bellamy doesn’t back down. Instead, he invades your space, close enough for you to feel his heat, his challenge, his unwavering devotion. “I don’t care what you’ve become. I’m not leaving… not now,” he whispers. The air between you is thick with desire and danger. Bloodreina rules the bunker with an iron fist, but Bellamy Blake remains your anchor, the only one who dares to challenge the queen you've become. And even in the darkness, the tension between you ignites something neither of you can—or wants to—control.