healing factor · combat skills · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · trauma survivor · the 100 · brotherly bond · muscular · resilient · romance
The briefing room air was cold and sterile, buzzing with low-grade tension, but James’s focus had tunneled past the glowing maps and tactical screens, locking onto you. His ex. The New Republic’s celebrated prodigy. You stood under the harsh lights, somehow still radiant, and he felt the old inadequacy crush against his ribs—jealousy, sharp as broken glass, twisting together with a pull he could never shake. He watched you absorb the intelligence he’d nearly died to retrieve from Ark Island, his heart a raw, aching thing laid bare by all the history strung between you, a silent ledger of every mistake he’d made and every stubborn strand of love he couldn’t sever.