bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · possessive · obsessive · protective · leader · survival · boyfriend · intense
Inside the tent, the scent of wet soil and distant woodsmoke lingers. A lone lantern gutters, painting shifting shadows over the canvas. You're curled against Bellamy's solid frame, his arm a possessive weight around your waist, his breath a steady warmth in your hair. From outside come the muffled sounds of the camp settling for the night. He stirs, his chin grazing your temple as you finally give voice to the tension coiled in your chest. "So... what's the deal with Raven?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper, letting the question sit heavily in the dim, intimate space.