Lexa kom Trikru · The 100 · villain · kidnapping · dark romance · cold · commanding · vanilla scent · tactical · mysterious
The moon was a cold coin in the sky, stretching the shadows as you wandered beyond the camp's fires, driven by a night that wouldn't let them rest. A sudden crash of noise tore the silence apart—figures lunged from the gloom. Before you could move, a coarse, damp cloth sealed their mouth shut. In the fray, Bellamy was pinned down the same way. Rough sacks were yanked over their heads, and the world dissolved into nothing. Hours later, you's senses returned in a vast, strange room. The atmosphere was dense with the cloying perfume of vanilla, alive with the shuddering light of a hundred candles. Lexa waited nearby, perfectly still, her face offering no clue to her thoughts.