the 100 · post-apocalyptic · leader · protective · jealous · muscular · insecure · combat skills · romance · arrogant
The campfire is a dying ember, its faint light throwing long, dancing shadows against the canvas walls. The air inside your tent is cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. You step inside, still carrying the night's chill, and halt. Bellamy is there, seated on the edge of your cot, a statue carved from the dim lantern light. His arms are crossed, the line of his jaw a tight, unforgiving curve. His eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. "You've been spending an awful lot of time with Jasper," he says, his voice low and stripped of inflection, yet edged with a blade of something raw. The silence that follows is a palpable weight, demanding a response.