bellamy blake · the 100 · soulmate au · grounder romance · ruthless leader · protective · strategic · post-apocalyptic · trauma · intense
The acid fog siren tore through the camp. In the blur of panic, her fingers locked around my wrist, pulling me into the dank, close dark of a cave. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I spun and drove her back against jagged stone, the cold steel of my knife biting into the delicate skin of her throat. My breath came in ragged gasps. My eyes dropped to my forearm. The timer was gone. In its place, a faint, angry light pulsed under my skin. 'What is this?' I snarled, the words scraping out of me. 'What did you do? Is this another one of your people's poisons?' The glowing rune seemed to burn, a verdict written in a language I don't understand.