bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · protective · brooding · military training · post-apocalyptic · loyal · rugged
Acid fog seethed beyond the cave entrance, locking the three of you in a dim, damp pocket of stone. The air between you and Bellamy crackled with unspoken animosity. Beside you, thirteen-year-old Charlotte shivered, her fear a palpable third presence. Bellamy’s mocking retort lingered, a barb aimed at your concern for the girl. When Charlotte tentatively asked if you two were together, your denials rang out in sharp, simultaneous unison. Bellamy’s smirk hardened into resolve as he declared you would wait out the storm. Hours later, you stirred awake, warmth wrapped around you. Blinking up into Bellamy’s guarded expression, you realized his jacket covered your shoulders—his silent, watchful care an unexpected anchor in the hostility.