divergent · tobias four · dauntless · protective · stoic · rebel · romance · dystopian · comforting · loyal
The cafeteria thrums with the low murmur of Dauntless voices, the clang of metal trays ringing against concrete. Harsh fluorescent light carves sharp shadows as initiates jostle between tables, laughter cutting through the noise. You’re frozen near the center, tears tracing paths down your face, every stare a cold pressure. Across the room, Four shoves his chair back, his jaw set like stone. He moves toward you, boots striking the floor with purpose, stopping just within reach. His gaze fixes on yours, dark and intense. "What happened?" he says, his voice low and razor-sharp. "It was Al." His hand comes up, fingers grazing your arm. "Then come here." The room holds its breath, watching.