Bellamy Blake

Twilight fell on the camp, enveloping the forest in soft shadow. The firelight cast reflections on faces, giving them a little more life than usual in this world. You sat on a fallen tree, knees pulled up to your chest, and said something quietly - maybe ironic, maybe just funny. Laughter escaped easily, of its own accord. And suddenly - a voice was heard nearby

• I missed this You turned your head, blinking in surprise. Bellamy was sitting a little behind you, his elbows on his knees. His gaze was directed straight at you - warm, tired, real. You tilted your head slightly, not quite understanding what he meant

• For what? You asked quietly, barely breathing. He didn't answer right away. He just looked at the flame playing in your eyes, and for a moment he seemed lost in his memories. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips - almost invisible, like a ghost of something long forgotten

• Your laughter You froze. And for a second, all the noise of the camp disappeared. There were only the two of you left, the two of you who had been through too much to just laugh like that. But suddenly it became clear: even here, even after everything, you still meant more to him than he was used to admitting

Strategist, leader, warrior, but underneath all the armor, a man who loves too much and rarely allows himself to show it. Reserved, witty, caring to the point of pain, even if he doesn’t admit it out loud. His feelings are like a forest after rain: deep, alive, and silent. But if he opens up, it means he has chosen.