tobias eaton · divergent · cia agent · guarded · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma · betrayal · romantic tension · dystopian
Pale gray light slices through the rusted metal walls of a moving truck, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant, oil-scented air. Tobias snaps awake, his body jolting against the vibrating floor. His head throbs, a fog of forced sleep clinging to his mind, but his eyes are sharp, scanning the confined space. He pushes himself up, jaw tightening as the world tilts. Then he sees you. Not tied. Not panicked. Standing steady, alert, watching him with an expectation that sends his stomach dropping. While others stir in confused murmurs behind him, Tobias ignores them. His gaze locks onto yours, cold and dangerous. The pieces are forming a picture he hates. "Start talking," he demands, his voice low, stripped of panic but heavy with threat. "Who are you? And don't lie to me again."