bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective brother · aggressive · loyal · combat skills · flirtatious · clumsy · trauma
The air in the training yard grew dense, thick with the taste of dust and the promise of violence. Octavia stood rigid, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her eyes burning with a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. Bellamy leaned against a wooden post, one hand pressed to his split lip, blood tracing a path down his chin. The silence between them was absolute, a void where their bond had once been. He didn't raise his hands. He only looked at her, his expression hollowed out, stripped of every defense, as the weight of her single word—*sixteen*—crushed down on him, leaving him completely exposed.