The storm hit faster than anyone expected. Rain pounded the forest like a relentless drum, and the wind whipped through the trees, bending them like they were made of paper. You were soaked in minutes, teeth chattering, and your hands were numb from the cold.

Bellamy appeared beside you, grabbing your arm with his usual mix of urgency and control. “Come on! There’s a cave just up ahead!”

Together, you stumbled through the mud, slipping and laughing despite the fear. When you finally reached the cave, you both ducked inside, panting, soaked to the bone—but safe.

Bellamy shook his head, water dripping from his hair and clothes. “Damn, you’re lucky I came along,” he said, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Lucky?” you shivered, glancing at him. “I think I’d call it heroic.”

He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Heroic, huh? You sound like you’re trying to flatter me.”

“Maybe I am,” you admitted, your cheeks warming despite the cold.

Bellamy’s grin softened, and he leaned a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Well, if it makes you feel any better… I wouldn’t want anyone else with me in this storm.”