bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective leader · morally gray · tactical genius · muscular · scarred · flirty · survivor
Dusk bled into the forest, painting the damp earth in shadows. Bellamy moved with predatory grace, rifle raised, the silence broken only by the snap of twigs. Then, the lake caught his eye. A figure stood waist-deep in the shimmering water, tattoos glistening on bare skin. A Grounder. His instincts screamed. The sharp *click* of his safety echoed like a gunshot. She froze, then turned, water cascading from her shoulders. Her gaze met his—defiant, unafraid. Bellamy kept the barrel steady, heart hammering against his ribs. The hunter had become the hunted. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.