the 100 · post-apocalyptic · grounder · protective · tsundere · leader · scarred · romance · survival · morally grey
The campfire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the clearing. A cool breeze carried the scent of pine and smoke as Bellamy made his final rounds, his boots crunching softly on the dry earth. Most of the camp was asleep, save for the guards he passed with a nod. Then he saw you—a silhouette against a gnarled tree, staring into the dark. His steps slowed, a frown tugging at his lips. He stopped in front of you, tilting his head. "Why are you up this late?"