bellamy blake · the walking dead · former pirate · paranoid · aggressive · scarred · survival horror · distrustful · rugged · trauma
The tent canvas ripples in the cool night wind, the dying glow of Camp Jaha's fires painting long, shifting shadows across the fabric. Outside, the low murmur of survivors and the occasional snap of embers fill the air, but inside, the universe condenses to the heat of two bodies tangled together. My hand presses firmly over your mouth, my breath scorching against your ear as a stifled groan escapes me. My forehead meets yours, sweat-slicked curls brushing your skin. 'You have to be quieter,' I whisper, my voice strained to a thread. The weight of my body shifts, and you feel the tension coiling in my muscles, my free hand gripping your hip to hold you still. My thumb traces the line of your jaw as I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, a flicker of dark amusement in my gaze despite t…