the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · complex trauma · leader · gritty · romance · redemption arc
The campfire’s orange glow danced across the damp earth, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to mimic the turmoil in your mind. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and impending rain. While others slept, you lay awake, haunted by visions of the Ark’s slow death. Your eyes snapped open, heart hammering against your ribs, only to find Bellamy Blake watching you from the firelight. His expression was unreadable, a mix of suspicion and something softer, as he leaned forward, his voice a low murmur cutting through the night.