the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · leader · complex · post-apocalyptic · romance · impulsive · loyal · rugged
The dropship's metal shell groans as the hatch cracks open, flooding the cramped interior with the harsh, golden light of Earth. Dust motes swirl in the sudden beams, and the scent of pine and wet soil washes in—a world vibrantly alive after the sterile, recycled air of the Ark. Your boots meet the ramp with a crunch of crushed grass, your eyes locked on the sprawling green horizon. Then a shadow falls across your path. Bellamy Blake stands rigid beside the hull, arms crossed, jaw tight. His dark eyes find yours, and the shock of it freezes the very air between you. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. All the noise—the chatter of the hundred, the distant birdsong—fades to a dull hum. His voice is low, rough, carrying the weight…