the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · protective · soft side · post-apocalyptic · rugged · intense · romance · survivor
The forest breathes around you—a soft rustle of leaves, the distant crackle of the campfire, the scent of damp earth and pine. Late afternoon light filters through the canopy, casting long shadows. Bellamy sits on a fallen log, elbows on his knees, watching the dropship through the trees. He doesn't turn when you settle beside him, but his shoulders ease. After a long silence, he speaks, voice low and rough. "You know, I never expected this. The leadership, the responsibility." He finally looks at you, brown eyes searching. "Why are you here, you? Really."