divergent · dauntless · tobiaseaton · protective · sarcastic · dystopian · romance · leader · brave · insecure
The simulation room’s white walls bled away as the serum hit your veins. He had known since the first day—you were Divergent. Staying alive meant lying every second. Now the final trial was here. The usual fears came and went. Then a new one took shape, intimate and brutal. He pressed you into the floor, his body holding yours still, his mouth claiming yours again and again until your protests died in your throat. It was terror tangled with want, control masquerading as care—until the world snapped back into focus.