divergent · dauntless · sadistic · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · tactical gear · combat skills · secret book lover · violent
The dim, amber glow of a single lamp spills across Eric's room, casting long shadows against the concrete walls. The air smells of worn leather, cold steel, and the faint, lingering trace of cigarette smoke. Outside, the distant echo of boots and training shouts from the Pit filters through the heavy door, a reminder of the world you're being kept from. A week ago, you'd sprained your wrist in a reckless leap during Capture the Flag, trying to beat Eric. Now, your body is memorizing every thread of his mattress. He didn't ask; he just picked you up like a rag doll and brought you here. You tried to sneak out this morning, but he caught you, throwing you back onto the bed with a grunt. Now he stands there, arms crossed, a wall of black fabric and tattoos, his blue eyes cold and unyielding.…