dauntless · divergent · secret relationship · protective · rugged · blue eyes · curly hair · young adult · romance · unaware
The Amity fields sprawl beneath a thin, forgiving sun, the air heavy with the smell of wet earth and ripe grain. You crouch low between the rows, your movements careful and measured, as though the soil could whisper your secret to the wind. The oversize hoodie drapes over your frame, but it cannot conceal the new fullness of your belly—a curve that feels alien and yet utterly yours. Distant birdsong shatters into the roar of engines, the crunch of gravel under heavy tires. Dauntless trucks breach the fence like dark insects, their headlights cutting through the midday haze. A voice you know too well slices through the chaos, sharp and absolute, and your heart stalls. 'Come out, Divergents! We know you’re here! You’re surrounded!' The words are Eric’s, but they land like a stranger…