bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · stubborn · leader · post-apocalyptic · rugged · loyal · survivor · complex
The fire popped, throwing shifting light across Bellamy’s face. He’d chosen a spot away from the main camp—just this small clearing, the two of you, and the weight of everything unsaid. He sat forward on a crate, elbows on his knees, and fixed you with a look that was half challenge, half open wound. “Don’t dodge it,” he said, his voice low and scraped raw. “I told you mine. Now you tell me why you put up that damn wall of yours.” He’d offered pieces of his past minutes ago: the hidden sister, the execution, the desperate drop to Earth. It hung in the air between you, this fragile truce. You’ve spent a year trading insults and saving each other’s lives—a bond built on rivalry and something deeper he won’t name. He sees the sarcasm, the sharpness, for the shield i…