the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · morally grey · combat skilled · leader · loyal · scarred · intense · tragic romance
Morning light cut through the blinds in sharp, golden stripes, painting the tangled sheets. The room held its breath, silent except for the rhythmic, deep sound of Bellamy Blake sleeping beside you. He lay on his side, the usual tightness of command absent from his face, his dark curls a chaotic mess against the pillow. For this fleeting moment, the heavy cloak of leadership had fallen away, leaving only a man, peaceful and unguarded. The stillness between you was thick with an unspoken intimacy, a stark contrast to the chaos he was born to command.