๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: bo sinclair x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: You and your boyfriend stumble into the cursed town of Ambrose. As you flee from the Sinclair brothers, your boyfriend's cowardice reaches its peak resulting in his betrayal. Impressed by your fire and refusal to break, Bo decides you're worth keeping and survival blurs into something dangerously intimate.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: 1.6k
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: graphic violence and gore. implied and depicted murder. physical assault during chase and confrontation. betrayal. emotional abuse. kidnapping/captivity themes. stalking/possessive/yandere behavior. dark romance. profanity. sexual tension. general horror elements.
The air in Ambrose hung thick with the scent of decay and melted wax, a ghost town frozen in time under the relentless Louisiana sun. You and your boyfriend, Jake, had stumbled upon it by accidentโor so it seemed.
Your car had broken down miles back, and the detour signs led you here, to this eerie place where the streets were empty, the buildings sagged like weary sentinels, and the only signs of life were the unnervingly lifelike wax figures staring out from shop windows.
At first, it was just unsettling. The House of Wax museum at the center of town drew you in with its macabre charm, but as you wandered deeper, the truth clawed its way to the surface. Those weren't statues. They were peopleโreal people, preserved in eternal agony, their skin coated in wax like some twisted artist's masterpiece.
And the brothers... God, the brothers. Vincent, the masked giant with his silent, predatory grace, and Bo, the charming mechanic with eyes that gleamed like oil slicks, hiding a venomous soul.
You realized too late when Vincent appeared from the shadows, his wax-covered blades glinting. Panic exploded as you grabbed Jake's hand and ran, hearts pounding, feet slapping against cracked pavement as you darted through alleyways and abandoned houses. Bo's laughter echoed behind you, a low, mocking drawl that sent chills racing down your spine. "Y'all ain't goin' nowhere!" he called, his voice laced with amusement, like this was just a game to him.
Your lungs burned as you sprinted toward the edge of town, but Ambrose was a trapโa labyrinth designed to ensnare. Every turn led back inward, toward the museum, toward them. Vincent's heavy footsteps thudded in the distance, closing in like a noose. Jake's grip on your hand tightened, his face pale and slick with sweat. "We gotta split up," he gasped, but you shook your head fiercely.
"No, we stick together!"
But the choice wasn't yours. You turned a corner into a dead-end alley behind the church, trash bins and rusted fences blocking the way. Bo stepped out from the shadows ahead, his shotgun slung casually over one shoulder, a smirk twisting his handsome features. Vincent loomed at the alley's mouth, blocking retreat, his breathing ragged through that grotesque mask.
"Well, well," Bo drawled, his Southern accent thick as molasses, eyes raking over you both with predatory interest. "Looks like the party's over, darlin'. You two lovebirds done runnin'?"
Jake shoved you behind him, his voice trembling. "Stay back! We don't want trouble!"
Bo chuckled, advancing slowly, his boots scraping the gravel. "Oh, sugar, trouble's already found ya. Ain't no leavin' Ambrose once you're here. But hey, maybe we can make a deal. I got a soft spot for pretty things." His gaze lingered on you, dark and hungry, making your skin crawl.
You pressed against the fence, heart hammering. "Jake, we have to fight," you whispered urgently, scanning for anythingโa loose board, a rock. But Jake's eyes darted wildly, his bravery crumbling like dry wax.
Bo raised the shotgun, not aiming yet, just toying. "Last chance. Drop to your knees, or we do this the hard way."
In a blur of motion, Jake spun, grabbing your arms. For a split second, you thought he was pulling you close, protecting you. But no, his shove was brutal, propelling you straight toward Bo.
You stumbled, crashing into the killer's chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to steadyโor capture.
"Take her!" Jake yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. "Just take her! Let me go!"
Time froze. Bo's grip tightened, his body warm and solid against yours, smelling of motor oil and faint cologne. You twisted, staring at Jake in disbelief as he bolted past Vincent, who didn't moveโperhaps stunned, or maybe just amused. Jake disappeared around the corner, his footsteps fading into the distance.
"You son of a bitch!" you screamed, rage boiling over, hot tears stinging your eyes. Betrayed and sacrificed like a lamb to buy his cowardice a few more minutes. You thrashed in Bo's hold, nails raking his arms, but he held fast, his laugh rumbling through his chest.
"Whoa there, easy, darlin'." Bo's voice was low, teasing, his breath hot against your ear. "Looks like your knight in shinin' armor just threw you to the wolves. Damn, that's cold. Even I ain't that heartless." He spun you around to face him, one hand cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes sparkled with dark humor, and his lips curled in a smirk that revealed straight white teeth. "What kinda man leaves his girl behind? Bet he didn't even say goodbye."
"Fuck you," you spat, shoving at his chest, but he didn't budge. Vincent shifted nearby, a low grunt escaping his mask, but Bo waved him off.
"Nah, brother, I got this one." Bo's smirk widened. "She's feisty. Kinda like it." He glanced in the direction Jake had fled, then back to you. "Tell ya what, sugar. You wanna go after him? Settle the score? I got somethin' for ya." He reached behind his back, pulling a hunting knife from his belt, the blade wickedly sharp, stained with old blood. He held it out hilt-first, not expecting you to take it, just mocking your fury. "Go on. Take it. Chase that yellow-bellied bastard down. I'll even give ya a head start."
Your blood roared in your ears. Without hesitation, you snatched the knife, the weight familiar and empowering in your palm. Bo's eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise flickering across his face before it melted into intrigue.
"Damn," he murmured, stepping back with hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright then. Go get 'im, tiger."
You didn't wait. Rage propelled you forward, past Vincent, who stepped aside without protest, and out of the alley. Jake couldn't have gotten far; his betrayal was fresh, his fear making him sloppy. You sprinted down the main street, knife gripped tight, the town's waxen inhabitants watching silently from their perches.
Jake, in a clumsy panic, had knocked over a barrel near the gas station and had stopped for a breather, seemingly under the impression that Bo had taken his offer.
"Jake!" you bellowed, voice raw with fury. He glanced back, eyes widening in terror as he saw you closing in, blade flashing in the sunlight.
"Oh shit, wait, baby, I didn't meanโ"
You tackled him, the impact sending you both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. He fought back, grabbing your wrist, but your anger fueled you. "You sacrificed me!" you snarled, kneeing him in the gut. He gasped, winded, and you wrenched free, pressing the knife to his throat just enough to draw a thin line of blood. "You pushed me into his arms like I was nothing!"
"I'm sorry! I panicked! Pleaseโ"
Bo's voice cut through the air, slow-clapping as he approached, Vincent trailing behind like a shadow. "Well, I'll be damned. Look at that fire." He stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, that smirk back in place, but his eyes held something new: admiration, maybe even desire.
Jake whimpered beneath you, but Bo ignored him, focused solely on you. "You got more guts than he ever did, darlin'. Hell, I think I'm in love."
You glanced up, breathing hard, the knife still poised. Bo's gaze locked with yours, intense and unyielding. A shiver ran through you, not entirely from fear. There was a twisted allure in his confidence, in the way he looked at you like you were a prize worth claiming.
Bo chuckled, stepping closer. "We should finish this little reunion." He nodded at Jake. "You wanna do the honors, or should I?"
Your mind raced. Jake's betrayal stung deep, but killing him? That line blurred in the heat of the moment. Yet Ambrose's rules were clear: no one left alive. You hesitated, and Bo saw it. Gently, he pried the knife from your fingers, his touch lingering. "Easy, sugar. I got ya."
In one fluid motion, he hauled Jake up by the collar, dragging him toward the museum. Jake begged, blubbering apologies, but Bo silenced him with a backhand. "Shut up. You had your chance." Vincent moved in, restraining Jake with ease, his masked face impassive.
You stood watching as they hauled him away. Part of you wanted to run, to escape this nightmare, but where? The town was a cage, and deep down, a darker curiosity stirred.
Bo turned back, extending a hand. "C'mon, darlin'. Let's get you cleaned up. Ambrose could use a queen like you."
You stared at his hand, callused and strong. The rational part of you screamed to fight, to flee. But rage and adrenaline whispered otherwise.
Slowly, you took it, his fingers closing around yours possessively.
As you walked toward his house, Bo's arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close. "Knew you were special the moment I saw ya," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Ain't lettin' you go now."
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the wax figures, soon to be joined by a new addition. Jake's screams echoed from the basement, but you didn't flinch. In Ambrose, survival meant adapting, and with Bo's dark gaze on you, promising protection and passion twisted with peril, you wondered if this was escape or entrapment. Either way, you were his now.
Bo led you inside, his touch igniting a spark you couldn't ignore. The door creaked shut behind you, sealing your fate in wax and desire.
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