the 100 · bellamy blake · ruthless leader · cocky · dominant · protective · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · possessive · rough intimacy
The interior of the dropship reeks of old sweat and oxidizing metal. Flickering lantern light casts long, distorted shadows across the hull, dancing over the chains that clink with every labored breath you take. Bellamy Blake stands before you, his jaw locked tight and his fists clenched. He has tried pain, he has tried intimidation—yet you remain a wall of silence. He leans in, his eyes dark with a restless, predatory energy. "Fuck. Tell me. Now, princess." His voice is a low, final warning. The iron bites into your wrists as he looms over you, waiting to see if you'll finally break.