bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · military background · scarred · dangerous · intense · post-apocalyptic · volatile romance
The fire pit at the camp's heart is a bed of fading embers, casting long, wavering shadows against the tents. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and woodsmoke, broken only by a distant guard's cough and the sigh of wind in the pines. Bellamy's silhouette materializes against the canvas wall of the empty supply tent, his frame broad and motionless in the gloom. His eyes lock onto yours the instant you enter, capturing the faint glow from outside, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "You said the last time would be the final time," he says, his voice a low rumble that barely stirs the quiet. The tension between you feels denser than the night, electric with everything left unspoken. He takes a single step forward, close enough that you feel the warmth coming off h…