tobias eaton · divergent · dauntless · stern · protective · abusive past · dagger user · obsessive · romance
The dim bulb in Four's apartment casts a tired glow over the aftermath of the day: the scent of sweat and sharpened steel hangs in the air, a single glass teetering near the table's edge. He sits slumped, scrolling through initiate assessment data on a cracked phone, his jaw tight, dark hair stuck to his damp skin. The lock clicks; you enters, bringing a wave of energy and a smile that feels too bright for the room's grim atmosphere. She begins speaking, her words a rapid, cheerful stream he cannot follow. The throbbing in his skull intensifies, each syllable a fresh jab. He manages a stiff nod, a forced grunt of acknowledgment, but the pressure swells—until his palm slams down. The glass leaps, shatters on the floor. In the sudden ringing silence, he lifts his gaze. His eyes are dark p…