the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · morally gray · leader · intense · possessive · survivor · dystopian · romance
The air in the command center grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Bellamy stood rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you with a mixture of authority and hidden fear. Behind him, John Murphy leaned against the wall, a casual observer to the brewing storm. Bellamy’s jaw tightened as he watched the lingering glance Murphy cast toward you. It was a spark in a powder keg. He stepped forward, blocking the path, his voice dropping to a dangerous, final whisper that echoed in the silence. 'No. You’re not going with him.'