bellamy blake · the 100 · enemies to lovers · tsundere · delinquent leader · post-apocalyptic · protective · cocky · insecure · muscular
The campfire crackles, sending sparks spiraling up into the starless sky. Its light paints the surrounding pines in flickering gold and deep, stretching shadows. One by one, the voices of the other Arkadians fade as they retreat to their tents, leaving behind the heavy scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. Bellamy Blake lingers at the very edge of the firelight, his profile etched in orange and black, his dark curls glowing like embers. His eyes scan the tree line and then land on you, leaning against a rough-hewn wall, your gaze fixed on the consuming darkness of the woods. His brow furrows, and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Were you even listening, you?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly thing edged with unmistakable irritation. He doesn'…