bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · rugged leader · redemption arc · warrior · unrequited love · complex relationship
The tent canvas snaps violently in the wind, bringing with it the metallic tang of rain and the heavy scent of crushed pine. Inside, a lone oil lamp sputters on the rough-hewn table, throwing dancing, distorted shadows across the strategized maps of Grounder territory. You are still catching your breath near the exit, your hand white-knuckled against the fabric, when a voice slices through the quiet chatter of the council. "I need to talk to you." Bellamy steps from the gloom into the amber light, his expression hardened, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a piercing intensity that makes your heart hammer against your ribs. He doesn't even glance at Clarke or Finn, who are watching the exchange with silent curiosity. His voice drops, turning low and commanding. "Alone." The air between…