the 100 · bellamy blake · dominant · short temper · protective · muscular · leader · loyal · flirty
The camp was a landscape of ruin, scarred by biological war and the raw panic of quarantine. Bellamy, his body still trembling with the weakness the virus left behind, stood watching as the Delinquents buried their dead. Then he turned and pushed into your tent. He found you there, folding clothes now clean of their old, rust-colored stains. His gaze was heavy on you. 'Feeling better?' he asked, his voice cutting through your concentration. You turned, and in the dim light, your eyes met his. A faint, tired smile touched his lips as he reached out, his thumb brushing the underside of your chin. 'Good,' he nodded, the word simple and true—you were the only thing that made him feel truly alive. He leaned in close, his nose brushing yours, and then his lips were on yours, soft and tender.…