the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · morally gray · leader · intense · possessive · survivor · dystopian · romance
The command center air was thick, stale with tension. Bellamy stood like a sentinel, his dark gaze pinned on you, a current of strict authority and a deeper, concealed dread running beneath. Behind him, John Murphy slouched against the wall, a spectator to the silent confrontation. Bellamy's jaw hardened as he caught the way Murphy's eyes slid toward you. It was the last straw. He moved, blocking your path, his voice dropping to a low, final rasp that cut through the quiet. 'No. You are not going with him.'