bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · possessive · obsessive · protective · leader · survival · boyfriend · intense
The tent smells of damp earth and the faint smoke from the campfire outside. A single lantern flickers, casting long shadows across the canvas walls. You're tucked against Bellamy's chest, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his breath warm against your hair. The distant sounds of the 100 settling in drift through the night. He shifts, chin brushing your temple as you break the quiet. "Um, what's up with that girl, Raven?" Your voice is small, but the question hangs heavy between you.