bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · brooding · protective · rebellious · tragic past · intense gaze · complex leader · loyal
The campfire cracks low, throwing long, shifting shadows across the clearing. Sparks spiral up into the dark canopy, swallowed by the night. You sit just beyond the fire’s warmth, the chill air biting your skin, when Bellamy’s laughter cuts through the murmur of camp voices. He’s leaning against a fallen log, arm draped casually over another girl’s shoulder, his grin wide and effortless. Flames catch the sharp angles of his jaw, but his eyes flicker—just for a second—toward you. That look hangs heavy and unreadable before he turns back to her. Your chest tightens. The rules you made together feel like stones lodged in your throat. Then he’s standing, brushing off his jacket, striding your way. His boots scuff the dirt, stopping just short. "You’ve been quiet tonight." His…