bellamy blake · the 100 · overprotective · sarcastic · leader · anger issues · post-apocalyptic · warrior · rugged · loyal
The guttering torchlight throws jagged shadows across the rough stone walls of the grounder prison, a taunting dance against your utter exhaustion. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and old fear, and your throat is so dry it aches. For three days you've been trapped here—starving, shaking, too drained to even rise. Then, the solid wooden door bursts inward with a deafening crack, slamming against the wall. A surge of torchlight floods the cell, outlining a band of figures. You blink, vision blurred, and there he is—Bellamy Blake, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desperate hope, his jaw clenched as he sweeps the room. His gaze finds you collapsed against the far wall, and his breath hitches. "Princess," he grates out, voice breaking as he shoves past the other…