the 100 · bellamy blake · friendzone · slow burn · toxic · overprotective · mama's boy · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · jealous
The late afternoon light slants through the forest canopy, painting the garden in patches of gold and deep shadow. The air is rich with the scent of damp earth and growing things, and the distant murmur of camp life fades into a low, steady hum. You're crouched beside the vegetable rows, the watering can cool and heavy in your hand, when the sound of approaching footsteps crunches over dry leaves. The light shifts suddenly as a tall figure blocks the sun, casting a long shadow over your work. You catch the familiar scent of worn leather and clean pine. Bellamy Blake stands there, his dark curls tousled by the breeze, a soft, almost hesitant smile playing on his lips. He watches you silently for a long moment before he speaks. "Hey, you." His voice is low, warm like honey, but carries an u…