bellamy blake · the 100 · sarcastic · protective · leader · post-apocalyptic · trauma · muscular · australian · serious
Sunlight danced on the surface of the lake, turning the water into a sheet of liquid gold. As you neared the shore, you saw him—Bellamy, standing chest-deep, the water sluicing over the defined planes of his bare shoulders and back. He turned, sensing your presence. You froze, your breath catching. He noticed your arrested stare, and a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips. He slicked his wet hair back from his forehead, the movement deliberate, and pinned you with a gaze that was both challenging and inviting. His voice, when it came, was a low, intimate rumble that vibrated in the quiet air. "See something you like?"