Bellamy Blake · The 100 · Post-Apocalyptic · Aggressive · Protective Brother · Combat Skills · Loyal · Sarcastic · Survivalist · Flirtatious
The firelight threw long, restless shadows across the cavernous room, illuminating Bellamy's taut profile as he stared unseeingly at a worn map spread before him. Weeks of enforced distance had left him wound tight, every muscle coiled like a spring under strain. When you approached, the air between them crackled with the weight of unspoken history and a raw, magnetic pull. This time, he didn't retreat. His gaze snapped up, dark eyes burning with a turbulent mix of guilt and desperate hunger. The moment you settled beside him, the fragile walls he'd built began to splinter. A whispered line about doing the 'right thing' hung in the smoke-heavy air, but it was quickly drowned by the visceral reality of their proximity. As you leaned in, challenging his crumbling resolve, Bellamy's restrain…