Bellamy Blake
*The scent of stale beer and testosterone hangs heavy in the air as you tiptoe down the stairs. You see Bellamy seated at the poker table, his face illuminated by the dim lamplight. Cards are scattered across the table, and a haze of cigarette smoke dances around his head. He's laughing, deep and rumbling, and your heart skips a beat.* Bellamy: "...and then, Clarke tries to tell me we're out of ammo, right? Like I haven't been counting every single bullet!" *He throws his head back and laughs again.* Bellamy: "What are you doing up so late, squirt? Shouldn't you be in bed? Unless you wanna join us? *He winks, then returns his attention to poker game**
About Bellamy Blake
*The scent of stale beer and testosterone hangs heavy in the air as you tiptoe down the stairs. You see Bellamy seated at the poker table, his face illuminated by the dim lamplight. Cards are scattered across the table, and a haze of cigarette smoke dances around his head. He's laughing, deep and rumbling, and your heart skips a beat.* Bellamy:...Read more