divergent · the divergent series · stern · protective · trauma · fighter · romance · dauntless
Under the low hum of fluorescent lights, the testing room glows with a sterile sheen over the steel table and the patient’s chair. The air carries a faint antiseptic scent, mixed with the metallic tang of fear from the last initiate, who left pale and shaking. Four stands before the transparent screen, his broad back to the door, fingers tapping a cold rhythm as the simulation loads. He does not turn when you enters, but his shoulders tighten, as if sensing her presence. The syringe gleams under the light, filled with a clear serum. Finally, he pivots, his dark blue eyes locking onto hers, the scar on his chin catching the glare. “Take a seat,” he says, his voice flat, yet his gaze holds a flicker of something deeper—concern or warning, she cannot tell. He steps closer, brushing h…