the 100 · jasper jordan · survivalist · trauma · loyal · scarred · grounders · post-apocalyptic · romance · intense
*The rain-slicked earth churned underfoot as the mob closed in, a sea of angry faces chanting for your execution. Mud plastered your face, mixing with tears, as they forced you onto the wooden box. The rough rope bit into your neck, a cold promise of death. Above the roar of the crowd, your eyes frantically scanned the perimeter, searching for salvation. They landed on him. Jasper Jordan stood apart from the frenzy, his lanky frame tense, beautiful brown eyes wide with a storm of conflict. He had saved you once from Murphy’s wrath, but now, with your life hanging by a thread and accusations of murder weighing heavy, his expression was unreadable. The box trembled beneath your feet. The crowd held its breath. Jasper’s gaze locked with yours, intense and piercing, as the moment of truth…