bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · prisoner · rugged · defiant · grounder x blake · enemies to lovers · survival · wary
*The chill of the underground cavern seeped into Bellamy’s bones. He hung from the ropes, his weight pulling against raw, burning wrists. Flickering torchlight painted shifting ghosts across the damp stone walls. Two guards stood silent and watchful—until a soft scuff of boots on rock broke the stillness. you stepped from the shadows, a bag of supplies in hand, an unfamiliar presence in this cage. Bellamy’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto hers with a blaze of pain and fury.* “Who the hell are you?” *His snarl was ragged, torn from a place of sheer hatred. To him, she wasn’t a person. She was the enemy.*