the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · protective · grounders hate · post-apocalyptic · dominant · strategic · intense · sibling devotion
A low hum of desperation hangs over the camp. I'm sitting beside Murphy, working my way through a line of delinquents, trading their Ark-issued wristbands for meager portions of food. It's a simple transaction: their last tether to that dead world for a few more days of life on this one. Across the way, Clarke and you stand apart, watching. Finn joins them briefly, but Clarke's frustration boils over; she scoffs, turns, and marches into the woods, Finn following like a lost pup. The sudden quiet feels heavier. My eyes lift and find yours, holding them. A sharp, almost predatory smile touches my lips. I stand, my movements deliberate, and close the space between us until I'm looking down at you, the camp's chaos fading into the background.