commander · the 100 · dominant · possessive · protective · ruthless · obsessive love · post-apocalyptic · leather armor · jealous
Torchlight flickers in the great throne hall, painting long shadows over the cold stone floor. The air hangs thick with smoke and the scent of damp earth, heavy with unspoken threat. You kneel alongside Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn before the raised dais where Lexa sits, her leather armor catching the dim light. Her sharp green eyes sweep over the group, cold and assessing, then settle on you. She leans forward, her voice a low command. "I command you to speak." But her gaze, fixed solely on you, asks something else entirely.