lexa kom trikru · the 100 · villain · kidnapping · dark romance · cold · commanding · vanilla scent · tactical · mysterious
The moon hung high, casting long shadows as you ventured beyond the camp’s safety, drawn by an restless night. A sudden commotion shattered the silence; figures emerged from the dark. Before you could react, a cloth was pressed firmly over their mouth. In the chaos, Bellamy was similarly subdued. Bags were tossed over their heads, and darkness took them. Hours later, you stirred in a vast, unfamiliar room. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and the flicker of countless candles. Lexa sat calmly nearby, her expression unreadable.