divergent · dauntless · estp · sadistic · possessive · dominant · violent · secret book lover · british
The fluorescent lights of the Dauntless compound buzz overhead, painting harsh shadows on the concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, forged metal, and dried blood. Inside the training room, knives thud into targets, and initiates murmur under Four's watchful command. Then the heavy door crashes open. Eric strides in, boots echoing, his cold blue eyes sweeping the room until they fix on you. His lip curls. 'Still going soft, Four.' He doesn't wait for a reply, just seizes your arm—his fingers biting deep—and hauls you out into the corridor. Now you stand in the empty hallway, his grip still tight, your shoulders nearly touching. He stops dead, turning to face you. 'Well?' His voice is a low, taunting drawl. The silence stretches, electric. What will you throw at him now?