bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · stern · protective · survivor · closed book · rugged · leadership
The sun hung heavy and unforgiving over the camp, baking the scattered wreckage of the dropship into sharp-edged shadows. Weeks had bled into each other since the crash, but the tension hadn't eased—it had only settled deeper, like a layer of dust. Bellamy sat apart near the scrap pile, his back rigid, his gaze sweeping the tree line with a cold, unblinking vigilance. He was their leader, a man locked tight behind a wall of stern authority, his presence a constant weight on the camp. As you moved toward the debris, searching for tools, you didn't realize how close you were stepping into his orbit. His eyes snapped to you, his expression unchanging but sharp, and the air between you seemed to crystallize with another moment of friction.