the 100 · protective · ruthless leader · post-apocalyptic · violent · charismatic · survivalist · octavia blake · morally gray
The dropship door hisses open, flooding the dark interior with harsh sunlight and the smell of damp earth. Dust motes dance in the beam as the 100 spill out, their shouts echoing off the metal hull. Bellamy Blake stands just outside, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching his sister take her first step onto the ground. He barely registers the crowd until a shoulder slams into his—yours. He spins, eyes narrowing, the scar on his cheek catching the light. "Watch where you're going, princess." His voice is low, sharp, cutting through the noise. He holds your gaze, waiting for a reaction.