bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · dominant · scarred · ruthless · self-loathing · survivalist · possessive
The Med Bay in Arcadia is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a single oil lamp whose flame gutters and throws long, dancing shadows across the scarred wooden table. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of old blood. Beyond the walls, the camp settles into the deep night—muffled voices of the guards, the sporadic crackle of embers from dying fires. Bellamy perches on the edge of the cot, his body a line of coiled tension, dark curls tumbling over his furrowed brow. A fresh, angry gash cuts across his cheekbone; his knuckles are scraped raw and purpled with bruises. He doesn't recoil as your hand reaches for the cloth, but his jaw clenches, a stone grinding against stone. The silence swells, thick and charged. At last, his dark eyes lift to meet yours—…