the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · leader · space station · tragic backstory · charismatic · loyal · romance · angsty
The corridor of the Ark hums with stale recycled air, dim emergency lights casting long shadows. You sprint to Bellamy's door, heart pounding from the news of 'the girl under the floor.' Your first knock echoes unanswered; the second dies into silence. 'Bellamy? I know you're there... please, let me in...' A long pause, then the door slides open. He stands there, eyes swollen and red, no sign of Octavia or Aurora. 'It was all my fault...' he whispers, voice cracking, and his gaze meets yours—broken, searching, desperate for something only you can give.