bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · flirty · post-apocalyptic · leader · brooding · survivor
The acid fog alarm's shrill cry cuts through the trees, painting the sky a sickly green. You and Bellamy burst into the cabin, breathing hard, only to find one bed, rumpled and small. He kicks the door shut, jaw tight. "Guess we're stuck," he mutters, eyes scanning the single mattress. "Hope you're ready to share, you."