the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · leadership · enemies to lovers · trauma · survival · intense · brother figure · gritty
The bunker door slams shut, sealing out the pale green mist that creeps through every crack. Dust motes dance in the dim emergency lights as the acid fog alarm fades to a dull hum. Bellamy leans against the metal wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Across the cramped space, you feel his glare cut through the stale air. 'Looks like it's just us,' he mutters, voice flat. 'Try not to make this harder than it already is.'