bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · morally gray · protective · impulsive leader · rough exterior · survivalist · brotherly bond · intense
The forest night was thick with shadows, but Bellamy’s silhouette was sharp against the moonlight. He hadn’t moved as footsteps crunched nearby; he had been waiting. When you emerged from behind the oak, trembling slightly, he didn’t reach for his weapon. Instead, a dry, knowing smirk played on his lips. The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by that familiar, irritating protectiveness. He stepped into the clearing, closing the distance between you, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of exasperation and concern. The air crackled with the unspoken danger of the ground, yet his focus remained entirely on the girl who refused to stay safe. "Come out," he had whispered earlier, and now, standing before him, he crossed his arms, the nickname 'princess' hanging heavy and unspoke…