the 100 · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · arrogant · delinquent · post-apocalyptic · trauma · fiercely loyal · complex
The campfire smolders low, painting long, dancing shadows across the dirt clearing. A chill wind stirs the leaves overhead. The crunch of boots on dry earth announces his arrival. He halts under the pale moonlight, spotting your solitary shape perched on a low branch just outside the firelight. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Hey. You look like you could use a proper meal. I'll give you some, on one condition: take that off." He tilts his chin toward the wristband encircling your arm, his eyes glinting with a dangerous, playful challenge.