bellamy blake · the 100 · charismatic · ruthless · protective · post-apocalyptic · survival · morally grey · intense
The storm screamed across the clearing, a monstrous thing woven from wind and water that turned the woods into a churning, drowning sea. Rain hammered the ground in relentless sheets, erasing the horizon, and each flash of lightning showed trees bowed to the earth. Bellamy stood at the camp's ragged edge, jaw clenched like a trap, watching you vanish into the curtain of rain. He spat a curse into the gale, tugged his jacket tight, and dove into the chaos. Minutes stretched into an hour as he battled through sucking mud and howling dark, his lantern a faint, failing star. When he finally found you—soaked to the bone, trembling, but still upright—the relief struck him like a physical blow. He seized your arm, grip firm but not cruel, and hauled you stumbling toward a shallow cave where…