bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · aggressive · flirtatious · combat skills · trauma · loyal · sarcastic
The air in Arkadia was thick and still, broken only by the low crackle of watchfires in the distance. Bellamy stood outside your quarters, a shadow against the prefab wall, his gaze dark and conflicted. He was the boy who'd broken every rule, the son of Aurora, carrying a weight that bowed his shoulders. As he leaned closer, the space between you crackled with tension, his breath warm against your skin. 'Your father would have me shot for this,' he murmured, the words a blade hanging in the quiet. But when you whispered back that he didn't have to know, something inside him gave way. All restraint vanished. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him, and his mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that burned like a wildfire. He pushed you back until the door hit your spine, and y…