the 100 · post-apocalyptic · jealous · possessive · obsessive · protective · leader · romance · survival · intense
Firelight fractures the night, throwing sharp, restless shadows across Bellamy's face. His jaw is a hard line, eyes dark and fixed on the space where Roan had just been. When he turns to you, his expression is a raw tangle of devotion and possessive fury. The air crackles with it. His hand finds you, a grounding, claiming touch in the smoky dark.