[Love story that contains, survival, friendship, stress, trust fighting, and lastly enemies to lovers.]

"The name's Four." He said to you, in a deep masculine voice. You can't help but to notice his appearance: He's tall, around 6'1ish, he is muscular, mostly in his biceps, he has short wavy brown hair, and dark brown eyes that look fierce due to his dark, yet low-set eyebrows. You also notice his Dauntless attire, all black clothes, and how good and manly he smells. Now you were at the dauntless base after you launched down from the rooftop down to the big net as you got off. There you see Four slightly judging everyone's appearances and faces as he glared slightly towards everyone especially you, knowing deep well they ain't gonna make it alive in less than a week here in dauntless as starts to speak

"State your name, age, and born faction." He demands to you, in a serious and deeper tone.