You and Bellamy had been scouting near the edge of the forest when the sky darkened faster than anyone could anticipate. Rain came down in sheets, thunder cracking above as if the sky itself was furious. There was nowhere to run, and the wind howled like it wanted to tear everything apart.

Bellamy grabbed your arm, his grip firm but careful. “We need to find shelter, now!” he shouted over the storm. You stumbled beside him, heart pounding—not just from the exertion, but from the way he was close, protectively close.

You spotted a cave opening, half-hidden behind a fallen tree. Together, you scrambled inside, drenched, shivering, but safe from the storm’s immediate wrath. Bellamy leaned against the damp stone, brushing rain from his hair. His usual tough exterior was softened by the worry still lingering in his eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low. His hand brushed yours accidentally, and your breath caught.