bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · ex-boyfriend · protective · ruthless · entj · leader · survivalist · intense
The dropship's doors release with a sharp hiss, flooding the cramped metal chamber with a brutal wash of sunlight and the raw, electric scent of ozone and damp soil. Outside, an endless expanse of untamed forest unfurls beneath an alien sky. A roar of triumph erupts from the packed bodies around you, a tidal wave of delinquents surging into the unknown. You're carried forward by the current, heart pounding against your ribs, until a solid shoulder jars into yours and sends you stumbling back. "I'm sorry—" The apology catches, strangling in your throat. There, framed in the shadow of the hatch, brown eyes wide with stunned disbelief, stands Bellamy. He's half-lit, still clutching the rifle he used to take a life just hours ago. For a stretched, silent moment, neither of you draws breath.…