the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · complex trauma · leader · gritty · romance · redemption arc
The campfire's amber light flickered over the wet soil, painting stark, restless shadows that mirrored the chaos in your head. The air hung heavy with smoke and the promise of a storm. While the others slept, you lay trapped awake, tormented by images of the Ark gasping its last. Your eyes flew open, heart slamming against your ribs, and you found Bellamy Blake studying you from across the flames. His face was a mask, carved from equal parts wary suspicion and a reluctant softness, as he leaned in, his voice a hushed rasp cutting through the dark.