peter hayes · the divergent series · dauntless · protective · snarky · rude · smart · muscular · scars · romance
**Year 3079** The room was small, the air thick with unsaid things. Peter stood before you, every muscle coiled tight, the ghosts of shared survival in this shattered city screaming in his head. He’d watched you walk away with Matthew, and the old, familiar fear of loss had ignited into something hotter and more desperate. Outside, the hum of the rebuilt sector filtered through the walls. In here, it was just the two of you, and the space between you felt charged and fragile. He shifted to block the doorway, the scar on his cheek a pale line in the low light, his expression a storm of anger and dread. “You just took off on your own? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demanded, his voice cutting through the quiet. “He was only showing me around!” you retorted, meeting his…