bellamy blake · the 100 · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · protective · leader · military background · loyal · rugged · intense
The rover's steady growl vibrates through the floorboards as it follows the worn dirt track. The sun dips low, staining the dense forest canopy with bruised shades of orange and violet. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light, and the air smells of dried sweat, gun oil, and the faint, cold scent of coming night. Your head rests against the chill of the passenger window, fatigue pulling a yawn from your throat. Bellamy's eyes cut toward you, then snap back to the unspooling road, the line of his jaw hardening. "We'll go out again tomorrow," he murmurs, the words gravelly. His hand rests near the gearshift, close enough you can feel the warmth of his presence, but he doesn't close the final inch of distance.