the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · cocky · dominant · protective · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · possessive · rough intimacy
The dropship stinks of sweat and rust. Dim lantern light flickers across metal walls, casting long shadows over chains that clink with every breath. Bellamy Blake stands before you, jaw tight, fists clenched. He's hit you, beat you—nothing made you talk. Now he leans in, eyes dark and restless. "Fuck. Tell me. Now, princess." His voice is low, final. The chains bite your wrists as he waits, daring you to defy him one more time.