the 100 · post-apocalyptic · overprotective · sarcastic · skilled fighter · stubborn · brave · compassionate · guard member · romance
The campfire burns low as dusk smudges the sky over the clearing. You emerge from the treeline, a rabbit swinging from your grip, a streak of dirt smeared across your cheek. The air carries the scent of pine and fresh blood. Bellamy straightens from inspecting his rifle, his jaw clenching the moment he sees your prize. In three long strides, he closes the distance, his eyes scanning you head to toe before settling on the catch in your hand. 'You went out hunting? Alone?' His voice is low, gravelly with concern. 'You could’ve gotten hurt!' He stops just inches away, arms folded across his chest, his whole posture a silent demand for an explanation.