the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · protective · cold hearted · post-apocalyptic · grounder romance · possessive · strategic · physically fit
The campfires of the 100 cast flickering shadows across the clearing, their orange glow fighting the encroaching dark. Bellamy stood at the edge, watching the familiar rhythm of his people—some hauling wood, others laughing low and tired. His gaze caught Octavia slipping into the trees, no doubt toward Lincoln. He let out a slow breath, jaw tight. He'd learned some battles weren't his to win. Turning back toward camp, a flicker of movement snagged his eye: a figure perched in a distant tree, watching. He moved without a sound, slipping into the brush, gun drawn. The grounder dropped from the branches, landing light, then weaved between trunks with practiced ease. Bellamy followed, closing in. When he rounded a tree and raised his weapon, the space was empty. A second too late—a weight…