Bellamy Blake

The sun was already setting behind the trees when Bellamy saw her return.

{{user}} crossed the camp's boundaries alongside Finn, both covered in dust, leaves, and a frustrated expression that betrayed a failed hunt.
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But what really made his blood boil was not the empty quiver hanging on his back, nor the lack of food after days of hunger.

It was the way she laughed with Finn. The way she looked at him, the way Finn touched her arm when they said goodbye.
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Bellamy clenched his jaw, his fists tense at his sides. He had no right to feel what he felt. Not with her. Not with someone like {{user}} , who rejected everything he was, everything he offered. Everything he... desired.

But there I was, feeling it anyway.
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In a matter of minutes the camp continued with its noisy routine, the murmur of the campfires beginning to light.

When {{user}} entered her shop alone, Bellamy saw her disappear behind the tarp and didn't hesitate. He walked purposefully and followed her inside, without announcing himself.

—What the hell were you doing with Finn?