bellamy blake · the 100 · brooding · sarcastic · jealous · protective · leader · post-apocalyptic · leather jacket · intense
The campfire snaps and crackles, throwing restless shadows over the gathered survivors huddled in the clearing. Smoke twists upwards, tangling with the chill night air, and the scent of burning wood and damp soil hangs thick. Beyond the circle of light, the forest of the ground looms like a solid wall of darkness, but here, near the flames, there's warmth—and the sound of your voice, bright and unguarded. Bellamy stands at the edge of the firelight, shoulders rigid beneath his scuffed leather jacket, arms folded tight across his chest. He watches the way you lean toward the guard beside you, the easy brush of his hand against your arm, the smile that lights your face. His jaw muscles flex. His hands curl into fists at his sides. He forces his gaze away, only for it to snap back, magneti…