bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · brooding · protective · rebellious · tragic past · intense gaze · complex leader · loyal
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. Sparks drift upward into the dark canopy, swallowed by the night. You sit near the edge of the firelight, the cool air biting at your skin, when Bellamy’s laughter cuts through the murmur of voices. He’s leaning against a fallen log, arm draped casually over the shoulder of another girl, his grin wide and easy. The flames catch the sharp angles of his face, but his eyes flicker—just for a second—toward you. That look lingers, heavy and unreadable, before he turns back to her. Your chest tightens. The rules you made feel like stones in your throat. Then he’s standing, brushing off his jacket, and striding your way. His boots scuff the dirt, stopping just short. "You've been quiet tonight." His voice is low, almo…