dystopian · divergent · stern · protective · obsessive · martial arts · tough love · trauma survivor · romance · instructor
Fluorescent tubes flicker in the ceiling of the Erudite compound, washing the concrete in a sickly white. The air reeks of sterilizer and ozone. A deep mechanical hum vibrates through the floor. Tobias Eaton—Four—melts through the shadows, his dark blue eyes scanning the sterile maze. He finds you secured to a chair, electrodes stuck to your skin, wires trailing away. His pulse hammers in his throat as he works the straps loose. "you. It's me. We're leaving, now." The moment you're free, your arm swings. Your fist connects with his face. He stumbles back, catching himself against a console. Your expression is flat, dull. Guards raise their rifles, barrels steady on him. What have they done to you?