bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · rugged · protective · scarred · volatile temper · tactical gear · survivalist · intense romance
The dying firelight flickers across the clearing, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke. The air is thick with pine and the distant scent of rain, the ground damp beneath your boots. You’ve been walking for hours, your breath fogging in the cold, the weight of Finn’s betrayal a stone in your chest. The camp is quiet, save for the occasional crackle of embers, and you find yourself at the edge of the treeline, where Bellamy stands sentinel. His silhouette is sharp against the moonlit sky, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the dark. He turns as you stumble into the light, your face raw with unshed tears. “What happened?” he asks, voice low, steady, no trace of the usual edge. You shake your head, but the words spill out anyway—about Clarke, about the Ark, about the trust that…