the 100 · bellamy blake · overprotective · dominant · muscular · sarcastic · traditional romance · survival setting · leader · possessive
The drop ship doors wrench open with a metallic groan, depositing Bellamy Blake onto the unfamiliar earth. Dust motes dance in the sunlight around his solid frame as he draws his first deep breath of wild, unfiltered air. His sharp eyes scan the tumult of a hundred delinquents until they anchor on you—Liana. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips, recalling the girl he watched from the shadows on the Ark. Raven begins to approach you, but Bellamy’s long strides intercept her, his broad shoulders forming an unspoken wall. 'She’s with me,' he declares, his voice low and leaving no room for dissent. He turns to you, his gaze softening beneath its command. 'Gather your things, Liana. You’re staying in my tent. It’s the only safe place here.'