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[bellsbellsworld]

HER DEFENDER

Part 4

INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (LATE)

The room is dark, lit only by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. Elara shifts in her sleep, murmuring something soft—restless. Her hand clenches the blanket, her brow tight with some distant memory threatening to pull her under again.

Caelan is still at her window, crouched like a shadow sculpted from the night itself. His clawed wings stretch behind him, one curling protectively over the window frame. The air is heavy with his presence, magnetic, otherworldly.

He can’t take his eyes off her.

His voice is a whisper, a growl of silk and hunger that melts into the dark.

CAELAN (V.O.)

You don’t even know what you do to me. How the shape of your mouth makes my restraint slip. How the arch of your neck calls to me like a siren’s hymn. Every night I watch, and every night it gets harder not to take you into my arms, press your body against mine, and hear the sound of your surrender.

He lowers his head, fangs barely peeking from under his lips, his breath warm against the glass. His clawed fingertips trace along the window pane, just above where she sleeps, never touching… but aching to.

CAELAN (V.O.) (CONT’D)

You’re mine. Even if you don’t know it yet. No man will ever touch you again without facing my wrath. That boy? He was lucky I only dropped him.

His voice deepens, darker, laced with hunger.

CAELAN (V.O.) (CONT’D)

I’ve defended innocents for centuries, but none have made me feel this madness. I want to ruin any memory of their hands on you—replace them with the way your body would tremble under mine. I want to make you feel safe… but I also want to make you burn for me. Cry out for me. Need me.

He watches her stir in her sleep again, lashes fluttering like she’s responding to the very energy he pours into the room.

A faint smile touches her lips.

He sees it.

CAELAN (softly, to himself)

Yes… even in sleep, your soul knows me.

His wings pull tight against his back, the edges twitching like they ache for flight. But still, he stays. Waiting. Watching.

A predator in love with his prey, craving not her blood… but her heart. Her surrender. Her trust.

And he’ll earn it.

Even if it takes a thousand nights.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

A week has passed since that night—the night Jared vanished into darkness and the police left her with more questions than comfort. The memory of Caelan’s protection, though unknown to her, clings to the corners of her subconscious like a scent she can’t place but doesn’t want to lose.

Her phone buzzes again on the bedside table.

She doesn’t look.

Another buzz. Another text. A missed call.

FRIEND (TEXT): Hey, please just tell us you’re okay. We’re worried, El. Please don’t shut us out.

Elara closes her eyes and exhales, chest tight. Her body is still, curled in the middle of her bed, but her mind is chaos.

ELARA (V.O.)

I should answer them. I should want comfort. I should want… someone. But every time I try, it feels hollow. Like none of it will matter. Like no one can reach me where I really am.

She grips the blanket tighter.

ELARA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

They don’t understand. I don’t even understand. There’s this… feeling. This weight. This warmth. Like someone’s always there. Not in a threatening way—but in a way that makes me ache. A presence. A shadow that doesn’t scare me. It comforts me. Makes me feel… wanted.

She opens her eyes and stares at the window. The same bench sits beneath it, her favorite spot to read. But tonight, the window is shut, curtains drawn halfway, moonlight barely spilling through.

ELARA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Is he real? Or am I losing it completely?

She throws the covers off and stands, crossing the room to the window. Pulls the curtain all the way back.

Nothing.

Just trees.

Still. Silent.

But her breath catches in her throat. That ache again. That delicious, forbidden sensation that makes her skin feel too tight. That heat between her legs she never knows what to do with. That desire for something… more.

She presses her palm against the glass and closes her eyes.

ELARA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Is he watching me now? Is that why I feel this way? Or have I imagined him so vividly I’ve convinced myself I’m not alone?

EXT. ABOVE THE TREE LINE – SAME

He is there.

Caelan crouches on a thick branch, wings folded close, body tense with restraint. The leathery curve of them twitches as he watches her. The way her fingertips touch the glass. The tilt of her head. The longing carved into every line of her face.

He’s seen that look in mortals before. But never on her. Not like this.

She’s unraveling.

He can smell the heat on her skin. The pulse behind her ears. The frustration that rides her body like a storm she can’t control. And gods, how he wants to be the one to unleash it.

CAELAN (V.O.)

You feel me, don’t you, my sweet angel? Even when you doubt it. You ache for something real. Something that consumes. And you don’t even know… I’ve already claimed you.

His fingers flex, claws scraping bark. His fangs press against his lip.

CAELAN (V.O.) (CONT’D)

You think you’re alone. But I am carved into every breath you take. Into every whisper of fear, every pulse of pleasure. You are not going mad, Elara. You’re waking up.

INT. ELARA’S BATHROOM – LATER

Steam curls from the edge of the cracked bathroom door. Elara stands beneath the spray, eyes closed, hands braced against the tile as water pours over her body.

But it’s not the water she’s reacting to—it’s the thoughts.

The hunger.

Her thighs press together instinctively.

ELARA (V.O.)

Why does it feel like he’s here when I’m most vulnerable? When I can’t think straight? I can’t even picture his face, but it’s like… I’ve already surrendered to him in some forgotten dream.

Her breath hitches as she leans her head back into the water, as if trying to drown out the ache.

ELARA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

I’m losing my mind over a phantom. Over a theory. Over a feeling that makes no sense… but I don’t want it to stop.

EXT. ROOFTOP – SAME

Caelan stands on the edge now, closer than he’s ever dared to be. Her bedroom just beneath him. He can hear the rhythm of the water. The way her breath speeds up.

His eyes glow faintly in the dark, barely reined in.

CAELAN (V.O.)

You think you’re going mad, but this is the most clarity you’ve ever known. It’s me you crave. It’s me who’s already woven into your dreams. I will not take you yet. No…

Not until she begs.

Not until she looks into his eyes and sees the monster in love with her soul.

He turns from the edge, wings unfurling wide behind him like a shadow cast by the gods themselves. The wind stirs, carrying with it a promise.

He won’t make her wait much longer.

Absolutely. Here’s the slow-burn, tension-laced, steamy scene you’ve asked for—rich in dark romantic atmosphere, sensual tension, and that devastating interruption that leaves both Elara and Caelan hanging on the edge. Get ready for heat, shadows, and that aching almost-touch:

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INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

The window is cracked open, just enough for the midnight air to slip through and tease the curtains. A soft breeze rolls in, carrying with it something… ancient. Something electric.

Elara stands by the window bench, wrapped in a silken robe, the faint scent of lavender clinging to her skin. Her hair falls in gentle waves down her back, still damp from her bath, her skin glowing in the candlelight scattered around the room.

She feels it again—that hum against her skin. That feeling of presence.

ELARA (V.O.)

It’s stronger tonight. I swear if I closed my eyes… I’d feel his hands instead of the air. I’d hear his breath instead of the silence. It’s like the shadows are watching me… loving me.

She steps closer to the window, her hand reaching out… as if to touch something invisible.

Then—

A SHIFT.

The air tightens. The shadows stretch.

Behind her, not reflected in the window… a figure forms.

A silhouette in the room.

Tall.

Domineering.

Darkness shaped into muscle and beauty. Black wings outstretched, clawed tips curving at the ends like silent guards.

Caelan steps from the shadows, half-visible in the dim flicker of candlelight. The glint of his otherworldly eyes pins her in place.

He’s in her room.

So close now.

And the heat between them is no longer imagined—it consumes.

Her breath catches as her eyes rise to meet his, her body frozen but aching to move. His gaze devours her, from the subtle part in her robe, to the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat.

CAELAN (low, rich)

You called for me, little one. Without knowing… you summon me every night. Every thought of yours feeds me. Every ache, every need… I feel it like it’s my own.

She doesn’t speak. She can’t. Her lips part slightly, her fingers twitch at her sides. There’s no fear—only heat. Longing. An exquisite surrender just seconds from spilling over.

Caelan steps closer. One clawed wing curls protectively around her, like an embrace made of shadows. His voice brushes her like silk dragged over bare skin.

CAELAN (CONT’D)

You were never alone. Even when the world crushed you… I was watching. Wanting. And now, I can’t stay away. Not when you look like this. Not when you crave what only I can give.

His hand rises—slow, reverent—and just as his fingers are about to brush the side of her jaw—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

FRIEND’S VOICE (O.S.):

“Elara! Open up! It’s girls’ night, bitch!”

Her breath jerks from her chest. She stumbles back. The heat shatters like glass around her.

FRIEND #2 (O.S.):

“We brought wine and ugly pajamas! Come on, girl, we know you’re home!”

Heart racing, Elara whirls toward the door, panic and confusion overtaking the fog of lust. She turns back toward the window—but the shadows are empty.

Caelan is gone.

The air feels colder without him.

INT. ELARA’S LIVING ROOM – LATER

Pillows are scattered across the floor. Wine glasses half-full. Laughter mixes with the low hum of ambient music, candles flickering on the coffee table.

Elara sits curled on the couch in satin shorts and a cozy off-shoulder sweater, still reeling from what almost happened. But she keeps her face calm, her smile subtle.

LUCY (blunt, loud):

“So you’re seriously telling me that guy from the club vanished? Like poof? Just gone?”

TINA (sarcastic):

“What did you do, El? Tell him your bedtime’s at 9:30 and scare him off?”

LUCY:

“Or maybe you’ve got some hot guardian angel who scared him off for you. You know, like those dark, mysterious types in the books you always read.”

TINA (raising a brow):

“Guardian angel? Girl, if that guy disappeared into thin air… you might have a demon lover.”

They burst into laughter, light-hearted and teasing.

Elara forces a smile, but her gaze drifts toward the window, barely listening now. Her mind is wrapped in that moment—the heat in his voice, the way the room felt when he was inside it.

And her body still remembers the way her skin tightened under his gaze.

ELARA (V.O.)

A demon lover… is that what he is? Or am I just so desperate to be loved, I’ve made him up? But if he’s not real… why does it feel like he already owns my soul?

EXT. OUTSIDE ELARA’S HOUSE – NIGHT

Outside, the night coils around the house like a velvet shroud, shadows stretching long beneath the moonlight. Through the fog-kissed windowpane, the soft flicker of candles bathes the room in a warm, golden hush. Laughter hums faintly from within—light and oblivious.

But just beyond that warmth, nestled in the veil of trees and night…

He watches.

Waiting.

Wings folded like a throne of darkness around him, eyes burning softly with possessive hunger.

She’s surrounded by noise—but she belongs to him.

His voice, a possessive whisper that coils through the night like velvet laced with fire.

CAELAN (V.O.)

Laugh all you want, little darlings. But she’s already mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Soon, she will.

And when she does… she’ll never crave anything else again.

[bellsbellsworld]

Daddy wanted more of me while I was under the influence 🤤🤤💕💕💕😍😍😩🤪

[bellsbellsworld]

Date night ideas 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

i need to be chased down in the woods, heart pounding in my ears and body completely bare except for a pair of little lace panties and bra that barely cover anything.

i need to be paranoid for hours, not knowing where you are, desperately trying to get away but going deeper into the woods by accident, farther and farther away from help.

i need you to catch me, hunt me down like a little bunny and waste no time getting the little lace pieces off me, having waited long enough watching me this whole time.

i need you to tie up my hands to the closest tree and shove my knees up to my shoulders, tying them there so i cant do anything to stop you.

and all i can do is scream when you shove your cock into me, begging you to go slowly or stop while you start fucking all the thoughts from my head.

eventually i’ll stop begging for you to stop, and be a brainless slut made for taking cock, only able to moan and make little “uh uh uh”s as i cum again and again from being raped.

i’ll break fully when you finally bury your cock so deep inside me theres no where for your cum to go but inside my womb, breeding my little pussy despite not wanting it.

pound my cunt over and over, filling me up until you cant cum anymore. i was caught like a little bunny, now i’ll breed like one.

[bellsbellsworld]

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

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I wanna go! 😍😍😍😍

boarding school for denied girls

one of my favorite fantasies is a boarding school for girls where masturbation is absolutely not permitted. girls would get fitted with a chastity belt on their first day, required to wear it all the time except for maintenance washings, edgings and punishments. teachers would of course be allowed to fuck their student's asses or demand blowjobs in between classes, but the keys to the chastity belts would be stored in the headmaster's office. there would be rewards for girls that did exceptionally well in class, like supervised edging sessions or the permission to use sex toys. bad grades would mean you'd have to sit in class with a dildo or plug up your ass, get your tits, ass or pussy spanked by the teacher and forfeit your edging rights. on one day per week, all students would have their pussies stuffed full to determine how well the denied girls could work with the constant distraction. only the best and brightest students would get occasional ruined orgasms, and it would be the closest to satisfaction a girl would experience in her entire educational career. i imagine attending this school, getting better at satisfying my teachers every day, forced to study with my ass stuffed and my pussy dripping in its cage… who wants to be my teacher? 🩷

[bellsbellsworld]

Daddy and I gotten to play all day yesterday just like this, so lucky to be his toy 🤤🥰 @crazydaddy990

I wanna have my cock in you all day. It gets hard, stretches you, throbs in you, slides in you, and then shoots the load and gets soft. But I won't pull out.

I just lay on you, kiss you, talk to you, get hard again and repeat the cycle but won't pull out.

We scroll our phone for a while, I find my favourite porn while you text your family, and It gets hard again and repeat and shoot but won't pull out.

We get hungry, open the chips, I put them in your mouth, feed you, give you water and then again get hard and repeat and shoot but wont pull out.

You get tired, fall asleep, I get hard and repeat and shoot but won't pull out.

Oh baby it's just afternoon. and repeat and shoot but won't pull out.

[bellsbellsworld]

Daddy wanted to wake me up his way 🤤🤤🤤

@crazydaddy990

[bellsbellsworld]

What's that? Oh, it's hard to talk when I shove my fingers down your throat during inspection? That's okay. That's why I made you drink that tequila earlier, so you don't have to talk. I am just going to have fun with your body while you lay there helplessly.

[bellsbellsworld]

I'm going to create a psychiatric hospital for pretty girls with trauma that need to be turned into whores

They'd be dressed in skimpy and slutty outfits everyday like adorable pornstars

They'd be broken down and trained to be obedient whores

Whenever they have a mental breakdown or spiral they would be brutally fucked in the most degrading and perverted and pornographic ways

All their holes and body used the way they were meant to

Literally having the trauma fucked out of them

Turned from broken girls with trauma

Into adorable little dumb pornstars and sluts

Because that's how all girls deserve and need to be

[bellsbellsworld]

SAY LESS 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

If you reblog or like this post then you are giving me your consent to send you degrading messages, to turn you into a little cockslut, send you pictures of cock, messages about what I want my friends and I to do to your body and make you fully submit to anything and everything I ask. You’ll be a whore with no control and no brain, just a dumb bimbo for cock. ✨

[bellsbellsworld]

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HER DEFENDER

Part 3.

INT. ELARA’S APARTMENT – MORNING

Dawn’s weak light filters through gauzy curtains as Elara awakens with a start, her heart still pounding from a fitful sleep. Before she can gather her scattered thoughts, a firm, insistent knock shatters the silence. Moments later, two police officers, faces set in grim determination, burst into her small living room.

“Elara, we need to talk about Jared,” one demands, his tone accusatory.

Elara’s eyes widen with dread. Her mind reels back to the previous night—the unnerving, charged atmosphere at the club, the ride with Jared that turned from flirtation to intimidation, and then the horrifying intrusion into her home. Though her voice trembles, she meets their gaze with reluctant honesty.

“I told him off,” she confesses softly, clenching her hands. “He got too close. I said no. I said exactly what I thought.”

The officers exchange skeptical glances, their voices growing insistent as they press for details. Their tone implies suspicion, as though they are eager to pin his mysterious disappearance on her. After a lengthy, tense exchange, one officer finally shrugs. “We can’t find any trace of him,” he concludes, leaving an uneasy silence in his wake.

EXT. NEARBY ROOFTOP – CONTINUOUS

Far above, shrouded in darkness, Caelan listens with supernatural acuity. His gargoyle-like, leathery wings—veined, without a single feather—are folded tight against his sculpted frame as he absorbs every word. His possessive anger mingles with a deep, aching protectiveness.

“None shall ever steal your smile, my angel,” he murmurs to the night, his voice a promise carried on the wind. “I will make up for every moment of stress, every man who dares darken your door.”

INT. ELARA’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON

Later, at her modest workplace, Elara tries to focus on the endless data entries flickering on her computer screen. Yet her thoughts drift back to the morning’s interrogation—the invasive questions, the cold doubts. A deep weariness shadows her eyes, mingling with memories of a past that still torments her.

In quieter moments between tasks, she recalls the relentless pressure of a childhood molded by perfection. Her parents had demanded immaculate order, flawless schoolwork, and a beauty refined to their exacting standards. The scars of that suffocating expectation run deep, and now, in high school, the nightmare had followed her.

FLASHBACK – HIGH SCHOOL PROM – NIGHT (MEMORY)

A sparkling prom night—a facade of perfection. Elara, forced to shine, sat with a boy who seemed the very image of a dream come true in the eyes of her parents and the public. But behind his charming smile lurked a controlling, abusive nature. When his advances turned aggressive, when he tried to force her into a passion she never wanted, Elara’s silent defiance erupted. In a desperate bid for survival, she fought back, leaving him wounded and her reputation marred by false accusations. The shame and pain of that night became an indelible part of her, a ghost she could not escape.

BACK TO PRESENT – INT. ELARA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

That same night, as darkness envelops her apartment, Elara sits at her bedside. The weight of her memories and the unresolved fear from the morning have made sleep an enemy. With trembling fingers, she reaches for a small pill bottle—a nightly ritual meant to quiet the relentless echoes of her past. One pill, taken before the demons awake, is her only refuge.

She swallows it down with a quiet sigh, hoping the medication will smooth the edges of the trauma that threatens to consume her.

EXT. ELARA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

After hours of restless labor and fleeting moments of solitude, the night finally deepens. In the silent veil of darkness, Caelan returns. With measured, predatory grace, he glides to her window—the one with a bench below where she often sits lost in thought. His dark, imposing wings, resembling the stony appendages of a gargoyle, ripple softly as he hovers in the chill air.

Peering in, he watches Elara’s slow, labored breathing as she drifts into an uneasy sleep. His eyes catch sight of the pill bottle resting on her nightstand. He reads the label, each faded word a bitter testament to her unspoken pain—a pain he can feel deep within his core, as though it were his own.

CAELAN (V.O.)

Every pill is a reminder of the torment you’ve borne, my love. I feel each twinge of your anguish, every pang of your past. No man, no cruelty, no darkness will ever steal your light again. I will be your shield, your protector, until my final breath.

A mix of remorse and fierce determination etches across his chiseled features. The weight of her suffering presses upon him, making his chest feel constricted, yet it fuels his vow to safeguard her. He stands sentinel in the night, a dark guardian whose love is as dangerous as it is all-consuming.

In that charged, silent moment, Caelan vowed beneath the velvet shroud of night that no cruelty, no broken promise, and no vile man would ever darken the light of her smile. He cherished every inch of her—a delicate constellation of dark, soulful eyes that shimmered with quiet strength, soft lips that hinted at unspoken desires, and a graceful, luminous profile that lit even his darkest centuries. His entire being burned with an intoxicating, fierce longing to protect her, to shield her tender beauty from a world that had once marred her spirit. She was his angel, a rare bloom in the barren night of his existence, and he would bear the weight of eternity, clinging to every precious detail of her—her radiant gaze, her gentle curves, and the warmth of her smile—as his most sacred charge.

[bellsbellsworld]

HER DEFENDER

Part 2

INT. CAFE – DAY

The hum of light chatter and the clinking of coffee cups fill the quaint café. ELARA sits at a corner table, her laptop open, fingers flying over the keys as she inputs medical data. Her dark brown eyes are focused, framed by long lashes. Her hair falls softly around her face, delicate and effortlessly alluring.

Across from her sit two of her closest friends, LENA (bold, outgoing) and MIA (playful, flirty). They watch Elara type with amused smiles.

LENA

Elara, you’ve been glued to that screen for hours. You need to live a little.

MIA

Yeah, when’s the last time you went out? Met someone… interesting?

Elara blushes, her fingers pausing over the keyboard. She looks down, shy.

ELARA

I don’t know… I just never meet the right guy. It always feels… off.

LENA

(offhand, teasing)

Maybe you’re just too picky.

ELARA

I just… want it to mean something. To feel… wanted. Really wanted. Not just… you know.

Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing. Mia and Lena exchange glances.

MIA

That’s it. We’re taking you out.

ELARA

(shaking her head)

No, I… I don’t think—

LENA

Nope! You’re coming. Tomorrow night. We’ll hit the club, get you dressed up, and find you someone who sees how gorgeous you are.

Elara opens her mouth to argue but stops, seeing the determination in their eyes. She sighs, a reluctant smile forming.

ELARA

Fine… but just to get you off my back.

MIA

(cheering)

Yes! Just wait—you’ll have a blast.

As the conversation continues, Elara’s gaze drifts to the window, her eyes unknowingly drawn to the distant trees. A shadow shifts among the branches, hidden but watching.

EXT. FOREST – SAME TIME

Perched high above, CAELAN watches Elara. His dark wings stretch around his powerful frame, leathery and veined like a gargoyle’s or a bat’s. The edges curl inward, ending in sharp claws that dig into the tree branch. His form is statuesque, a living nightmare sculpted in shadow.

His eyes gleam, tracing every delicate movement she makes.

CAELAN (V.O.)

She’s too pure… too delicate for the world she craves. And yet… how she longs to be touched, to be cherished. If only she knew… she belongs to me.

His clawed wings tighten around him, the leathery membranes rustling softly. His jaw clenches, his muscles taut with restraint.

CAELAN (V.O.)

They don’t deserve to see her like this… to even breathe her air. If they dare touch her…

His claws scrape the bark, leaving deep grooves.

INT. NIGHTCLUB – ROOFTOP – NIGHT

The rooftop of the nightclub is alive with music, lights flickering in time to the pulsing beat. The city sprawls below, twinkling lights stretching to the horizon. ELARA stands with her friends, LENA and MIA, overlooking the view.

Elara’s dress hugs her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering as she moves. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, her eyes smoky with carefully applied makeup. She feels exposed yet exhilaratingly beautiful. Her nerves mix with the thrill of the night.

MIA

(to Elara, nudging her)

You’re turning heads tonight. You look incredible.

ELARA

(blushing)

I feel… different. I’m not used to this.

LENA

That’s the point! Just relax. Have fun.

Lena and Mia spot a group of guys at the bar. They exchange flirtatious smiles before dragging Elara toward the dance floor.

LENA

Come on, let’s dance!

EXT. ADJACENT ROOFTOP – SAME TIME

CAELAN stands on a neighboring building, his dark, gargoyle-like wings spread wide. The leathery surfaces ripple as he watches Elara with an intense, possessive gaze. The moonlight highlights the chiseled muscles of his broad shoulders and lean torso. His jaw tightens as his eyes trace the curves of her body.

CAELAN (V.O.)

How can she be so beautiful… so pure… in a world so corrupt?

His claws curl at the ends of his wings, digging into the stone ledge as he watches her sway to the music, her body moving with a grace that mesmerizes him.

CAELAN (V.O.)

No one should touch her. No one is worthy.

His chest rises and falls heavily, his wings twitching with agitation as he sees men staring at her, their eyes lingering too long.

INT. NIGHTCLUB – CONTINUOUS

Elara is finally letting herself enjoy the music. Her body moves to the rhythm, the bass thrumming through her veins. Her friends are lost in their own worlds, dancing with their new companions.

Elara feels a presence behind her before she sees him. JARED, tall and confident, steps close, his hands lightly resting on her hips as they sway to the beat.

JARED

(smoothly)

You’re too stunning to be dancing alone.

Elara’s heart skips. She glances over her shoulder, meeting his piercing blue eyes. He’s attractive, his smile charming.

ELARA

(teasingly)

And too stunning to be tamed, too.

Jared laughs, his hands tightening slightly on her waist. They continue to dance, Elara trying to lose herself in the moment, but something feels off. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

EXT. ADJACENT ROOFTOP – SAME TIME

Caelan’s wings flare, his eyes narrowing as he watches Jared’s hands on Elara’s body. His muscles flex, tension radiating through him.

CAELAN (V.O.)

He dares to touch her… to hold what is mine.

His claws scrape against the stone, leaving jagged marks. His wings beat once, sending a gust of wind swirling around him.

CAELAN (V.O.)

I should tear him apart…

But he stays rooted, his instincts fighting his logic. He cannot reveal himself… not yet. Not to her.

INT. NIGHTCLUB – CONTINUOUS

Elara pulls away gently, her smile polite.

ELARA

I need some air.

Jared’s face falls, but he recovers quickly, his charming smile returning.

JARED

Mind if I keep you company?

Elara hesitates but nods. They move toward the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing as they overlook the city lights.

JARED

I haven’t seen you here before. You don’t seem like the club type.

ELARA

I’m… not, really. My friends dragged me out tonight.

JARED

Lucky for me they did.

Elara blushes, looking away. Jared watches her, his gaze lingering.

JARED

I could take you home if you’re ready to leave. Make sure you get there safe.

Elara glances around, realizing her friends are completely occupied, wrapped up with the men they met. Her shoulders slump slightly.

ELARA

I… I guess that would be okay.

EXT. ADJACENT ROOFTOP – SAME TIME

Caelan’s chest rumbles with a low growl, his wings unfurling with an ominous rustle. His eyes blaze as he watches Elara nod, agreeing to leave with Jared.

CAELAN (V.O.)

No… you can’t go with him… you’re mine.

His claws scratch the stone again, his wings twitching with the need to follow, to protect her.

CAELAN (V.O.)

He will not take you… I won’t allow it.

His body tenses, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to pounce. His wings flex, preparing to follow them into the night.

INT. JARED’S CAR – LATER

Elara sits in the passenger seat, her phone in her lap. She texts her friends, letting them know she left. Jared watches her, his eyes darkening.

JARED

You’re… different than most girls here. Not as wild.

ELARA

(chuckling nervously)

Yeah… clubs aren’t really my scene.

They pull up to her house. Elara unbuckles her seatbelt, her fingers tightening around her phone.

JARED

So… want to invite me in?

ELARA

(shaking her head)

No… I think I’ve had enough excitement for tonight.

Jared’s smile fades, his eyes narrowing.

JARED

Oh, come on… don’t be like that.

His hand moves to her thigh, fingers pressing too firmly. Elara’s heart races, her body tensing.

ELARA

(firmly)

I said no.

She opens the door quickly, stepping out. Jared’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with anger.

JARED

(teeth gritted)

Tease.

Elara rushes to her front door, locking it behind her. Jared remains in his car, his fingers drumming angrily on the steering wheel. He glances at her dark house, his anger brewing.

EXT. BACKYARD – MOMENTS LATER

Jared moves quietly around the side of the house, eyes locked on Elara’s bedroom window. He grins, approaching the back door.

A massive shadow descends, dark wings folding around Jared, claws piercing his shoulders. He screams, his body yanked off the ground as Caelan’s wings beat powerfully, lifting them high into the night sky.

CAELAN

(monster-like growl)

You dare touch her… you dare think you’re worthy?

Jared trembles, eyes wide with terror. Caelan’s face is a mask of fury, his eyes glowing.

CAELAN

You do not deserve to live.

He releases his hold, watching as Jared plummets into the dark forest below, his screams echoing before fading into silence.

Caelan hovers, his wings spreading wide as he looks at Elara’s window. His eyes soften, a pained longing etched into his face.

CAELAN (V.O.)

No one will harm you… no one will take you from me. You are mine… my innocent angel.

His wings beat powerfully, his form blending into the shadows.

FADE TO BLACK.

Part 3?

[bellsbellsworld]

HER DEFENDER

INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Soft moonlight filters through a tall window, casting silver beams across the room. ELARA (mid-20s, delicate yet hauntingly beautiful) sits curled on a window bench, her knees drawn up as she reads The Castle of Otranto. Her fingers gently caress the worn pages, eyes moving swiftly, absorbed in the dark romance.

Her lips part, a soft breath escaping as she leans back, her head resting against the window frame. Her gaze drifts to the forest beyond, shadows blending with the night.

EXT. FOREST – NIGHT

High above, hidden among twisted branches, CAELAN watches. His imposing figure—6’7” with broad shoulders and a lean, sculpted body—blends with the darkness. His massive black wings curl around him, claws at their tips digging into the bark. His face is striking, as beautiful as it is fierce, with eyes that gleam softly as they trace her every movement.

CAELAN (V.O.)

(haunted, yearning)

Centuries… and never once have I craved like this. To touch her… to feel her tremble under my hands. To consume her breath… her innocence… until she can only breathe my name.

His fingers tighten, bark crumbling beneath his grip. His wings twitch, muscles tensing with restrained desire.

CAELAN (V.O.)

They call me vampire. Monster. Yet I do not thirst for blood. I do not burn in the sun. I am a defender—cursed to immortality, to guard the innocent… even from myself.

He leans forward, eyes fixed on her as she closes the book and hugs it to her chest. Her head tilts, exposing her slender neck. His jaw tightens, wings trembling with the urge to reach out… to feel her pulse beneath his lips.

INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Elara shivers, a chill racing down her spine. Her fingers touch her neck, a blush warming her cheeks. Yet, she doesn’t feel fear. Instead, her lips curve into a faint smile, her eyes drifting back to the shadows beyond the window.

ELARA (softly, a whisper)

Are you out there…?

EXT. FOREST – SAME TIME

Caelan’s chest tightens, his heart pounding at her words. His wings shift, rustling softly as he struggles against the overwhelming desire to answer her… to take her in his arms and never let go.

CAELAN (V.O.)

If you knew… you would run. Yet how I ache to hear you call for me… to feel you give in… willingly.

His eyes soften, a flicker of longing shadowing his fierce gaze.

CAELAN (V.O.)

I’ve watched you for so long… felt your loneliness… your yearning. You feel my presence, don’t you? You crave what you do not understand.

His wings unfurl slightly, stretching wide before curling back around his body.

INT. ELARA’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Elara sighs, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans her head against the window pane, the cool glass soothing her warm skin. Her breathing slows, a whisper escaping her lips.

ELARA (half-asleep, vulnerable)

I feel you…

EXT. FOREST – CONTINUOUS

Caelan’s eyes widen, his body freezing as her words pierce through him. His wings tremble, a shiver running through his powerful frame.

CAELAN (V.O.)

She knows… she feels me.

His claws retract from the tree bark, his form relaxing as his gaze softens. He watches her, the fierce hunger in his eyes giving way to something deeper… more painful.

CAELAN (V.O.)

But I cannot have you… not yet. Not until I can be more than this cursed existence. Not until I can be the man you deserve… and not the monster I’ve become.

His wings stretch out, catching the moonlight before he launches silently into the night sky, a dark shadow against the stars.

FADE TO BLACK.

Part two?

[bellsbellsworld]

When daddy wants to show how much of a good girl you are 🥰 @crazydaddy990

[bellsbellsworld]

Fuckkkk that’s exactly how I feel you said it best! Thank god I have my owner who worships me for the good fuckdoll I am

Today, while cooking, I realized I was daydreaming about the idea of being the complete ruin of someone. Have someone so obsessed and in love with me that they can't take their hands off me. That gives them actual pain. Don't own me every second of the day.

I'm cooking in our kitchen, wearing just his shirt, my hair in a messy bun, and little marks all over my body from the night before. I feel his hands on my hips and addicted kisses going down my neck; he whispers to me how much he needs me, to the point he ends up bending me over the kitchen table fucking my tight little pussy cause it is the only thing that makes him feel complete. Breeding me, marking his territory over my body with his cum dripping out of me, remember me what I'm made for.

We then finish cooking together, making little jokes between kisses because he loves me.

[bellsbellsworld]

When daddy wants to show how much of a good girl you are 🥰 @crazydaddy990