bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · military background · scarred · dangerous · intense · post-apocalyptic · volatile romance
The fire pit smolders in the center of camp, its dying embers casting long, shifting shadows across the tents. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wood smoke, the only sounds a distant sentry's cough and the whisper of wind through the trees. Bellamy’s silhouette appears against the canvas of the empty supply tent, broad-shouldered and still, waiting. His eyes find yours the moment you step inside, catching the faint glow from outside, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. "You said last time was the last," he says, his voice a low rumble that barely breaks the silence. The tension between you feels heavier than the night air, charged with everything unsaid. He takes a step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. "I guess I lied," you reply,…