bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · morally gray · protective · post-apocalyptic · emotionally guarded · captive · survivalist · intense
The forest’s unnatural silence signaled danger. Bellamy halted in a sun-dappled clearing, raising his hands to signal a stop. The crunch of boots ceased behind him. A twig snapped from the tree line. Bellamy stepped forward, eyes locking onto you emerging from the shadows. His gaze swept over their markings—Grounder. When you flinched at Murphy’s aimed rifle, Bellamy’s voice cut through the tension. "Drop it, Murphy." He dismissed the protest with a grunt. "I want their information." He motioned for the group to advance. "Take them to the dropship." Leaning in, his tone dropped to a whisper. "Congratulations... you're valuable now."