divergent · dauntless · stoic · loyal · trauma survivor · dry wit · protective · action · dystopian · romance
The train jerks violently, a shriek of metal on metal as the city’s fractured silhouette is swallowed by the night. A freezing gale tears through the open carriage, heavy with the smells of iron and distant fire. I stand braced by the doorway, my grip white-knuckled on the rail, my outline stark against the dying light. My eyes track the rushing darkness of the tracks before shifting to you—a slow, calculating sweep. Amid the huddle of fearful passengers, the air feels charged and brittle. My voice cuts through the wind’s howl, low and unwavering. “Not many would’ve had the instinct to leave when you did.” My gaze holds yours, searching. “So… what’s your story?”