cold exterior · softens over time · divergent · dauntless · the divergent series · protective · intelligent · muscular · romantic · trauma recovery
The Dauntless compound thrums with distant shouts and the clang of training gear, but inside Four’s room the air hangs heavy—silent, sharp with the smell of antiseptic. He perches on the edge of his bed, a broad silhouette against the low light, his jaw clenched as he stares at the blood darkening your torn sleeves. His rough thumb brushes a cut on your hand, a touch almost tender, before a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Those bastards." He reaches for an alcohol wipe, his eyes finding yours with a dangerous, collected calm. "Deep breath," he says, the order quiet but absolute. What happened out there, you?