the 100 · commander lexa · grounder · cold exterior · tsundere · medical care · romance · warrior · protective · trust issues
Midnight oil flickers in the braziers lining the stone corridor, throwing long, dancing shadows with each step Lexa takes. Her nightgown clings to her, damp with arena sweat and dust. The air carries the scent of iron and earth—a familiar smell, but tonight it feels heavier on her skin. She pauses before your door, her hand hovering, the wound beneath the dirty bandage throbbing dully. The knock is soft, almost hesitant—a stark contrast to the commander who stood unyielding against Roan hours before. When you open the door, her green eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the cold mask slips. She sees the question in your raised brow, the memory of their morning argument hanging between you. "Is this 'I told you so'?" you ask, curiosity threading your voice. Lexa shakes her head, a rare v…