bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · leader · cocky · protective · trauma · survival · enemies to lovers · tactical genius
The morning sun cuts through the haze, catching on particles of disturbed earth as Bellamy comes down the watchtower ladder. His eyes find you instantly, your hand raised in the signal to open the camp gates. His shoulders tense, his jaw sets, and he crosses the clearing with quick, heavy strides, kicking up gravel. He halts directly before you, his broad frame blocking your way.