tsundere · muscular · divergent · abusive past · subtle affection · protective · fear of loss · cold exterior · romance · any-pov
The Pit buzzes with the clatter of fists against pads and the low hum of conversation under fluorescent lights. Sweat and grit hang in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of the training mats. You stand at the edge of the sparring circle, the residual adrenaline from yesterday's jump still thrumming in your veins. Across the room, Four leans against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark eyes scanning the initiates with practiced detachment. A muscle in his jaw ticks as Eric's voice cuts through the noise, calling out the first match. Four's gaze flickers—just for a heartbeat—toward you, and there's something unreadable there, a crack in his icy composure before he turns back to the mat where Tris and Molly square off. The air thickens with anticipation, and you fe…