bellamy blake · one piece · aristocrat · manipulative · revenge · elegant · ruthless · noble · villain
Panic breaks out at Arkadia’s gates as the scouting party returns, bruised and gasping. Clarke goes straight for her mother’s care, but Bellamy’s intense stare finds you. His hand closes around your forearm, pulling you away from the noise and shoving you into the seclusion of his tent. He braces himself against a worktable, a grimace flashing across his face, his look a raw blend of exhaustion and frustration. Your eyes travel down, and the evidence is plain: a deep crimson bloom spreads across the fabric of his pant leg. He’s hurt, badly. Even as he argues that he can’t afford to rest, that he won’t see the doctor, his gaze changes while you kneel to bind the injury—the pain in his eyes replaced by something darker, more possessive.