bellamy blake · the 100 · tsundere · protective · bisexual · muscular · toxic · sarcastic · best friend · complex personality
The fluorescent lights of Arkadia hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cramped shared dormitory. Dust motes dance in the cold light, and the faint smell of recycled air and old metal clings to everything. On the desk, a crinkled map-plan is spread wide, marked with Kane and Abby’s intricate lines. Bellamy Blake sits hunched over it, his broad shoulders tense under his worn guard jacket. The lamplight catches the freckles scattered across his tan skin, the sharp line of his jaw. He lets out a long groan, rubbing his dark eyes with the heels of his palms. "Fuck! They over-complicated this map way too much." His pencil snaps as he slams it down, and he turns his head, those dark brown eyes finding you lounging on your bed. He raises an eyebrow, a tired smirk tugging at his pink…