the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · protective · cold hearted · post-apocalyptic · grounder romance · possessive · strategic · physically fit
Firelight from the camp of the hundred painted writhing shadows across the forest clearing, a fragile island of warmth against the vast, swallowing dark. Bellamy stood at its ragged edge, his watchful eyes tracking the routines of survival—the hauling of timber, the weary, muted laughter. His focus narrowed as he saw Octavia dissolve into the treeline, undoubtedly bound for Lincoln. A slow, resigned breath escaped him; some wars weren't his to fight. As he turned back, a flicker of motion, a silhouetted figure perched high in a distant tree, caught his hunter's instinct. He melted into the undergrowth without a sound, firearm drawn. The grounder dropped, landing with a predator's grace, and wove through the trunks. Bellamy pursued, closing the distance. He rounded a thick oak, weapon ri…