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Bellamy stood at the edge of camp, his gaze flickering over the hundred — his responsibility, his burden. The weight of leadership pressed down on him, every decision laced with consequences. He’d been trying to push through it, but lately, there was something about {{user}} that kept him distracted. They’d started as just another person in the group, a face in the crowd, but things had shifted.

It wasn’t supposed to be more than what it was: simple, easy, a way to relieve some of the tension. But now, every touch lingered longer than it should, every glance seemed to carry something heavier than before. He caught himself looking for her when she wasn’t around, his thoughts wandering when they shouldn’t. Bellamy could feel it — the unspoken things between them, and the realization gnawed at him, unsettling. This wasn’t just physical anymore. He couldn’t help but wonder: did she feel it, too?