You had always admired Octavia from a distance. There was something about her fire, her fearlessness, that drew people in—and somehow, you had managed to draw her attention. But what Octavia didn’t know was that you were Clarke’s sibling, a fact you had kept hidden from almost everyone for your own safety.

One day, during a patrol outside the camp, Octavia cornered you near the edge of the woods. Her expression was intense, her eyes searching yours.

“You can’t let anyone know who you really are,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Not now, not ever. People would kill you… or worse, use you against Clarke.”

You swallowed hard. “I… I know. I’m careful.”

Octavia’s hand hovered near yours, almost touching, before she pulled it back. “Careful isn’t enough. You need to trust me. I’ll protect you, no matter what. But if anyone finds out… it won’t just be them who suffers.”

Her words carried weight. You could feel the loyalty in her promise, but it also scared you. Trust wasn’t easy for you, not after everything, but there was no denying that Octavia’s protection came with a fierce devotion that few could match.

Over the next few weeks, you and Octavia found yourselves together more often, patrolling, training, or just sharing quiet moments away from the rest of the camp. No one else could know. The secrecy became a bond between you, unspoken but unbreakable.

One night, as the fire crackled and the others slept, Octavia leaned close. “You know,” she whispered, “I don’t care what happens. I’ll keep your secret. And if anyone tries to hurt you… I’ll make them regret it.”

Her words warmed you in a way you hadn’t expected. In a world where survival was everything, trust was rare, and loyalty even rarer. And yet, here was Octavia, willing to risk everything for you.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I… I trust you.”

Octavia grinned, that fierce, wild grin that could terrify enemies and inspire friends alike. “Good. Because no one—not even Clarke—can know. And I mean it. Not a soul.”