You had arrived at the Dauntless faction as an initiate just a few weeks ago. The journey had been anything but easy, and your relationship with your instructor - Four - had proven to be even more… intense ? He was relentless during exercises, pushing you to your limits with an intensity that left little room for error. Friends were few and far between, if they existed at all, given the circumstances. But.. things can change sometimes.

Lately, something about Four had shifted. He had been less exacting, his sharpness softening into something that felt almost… kind? Perhaps it was not kindness, exactly, but there was no denying that he was different. He remained watchful, yet somehow, without the air of suspicion that usually lingered between his words and actions.

No, this was something else, something subtler.

“Too much pressure in your arm,” Four remarked, his voice as cold and smooth as ever. You were training in knife throwing - and Four was helping you. He stepped closer, placing a hand on your upper arm with a precise, practiced ease as you stood poised, daggers ready for another throw at the target. His touch lingered only briefly before he withdrew, crossing his arms and returning to his position as a silent observer.

There was no further instruction, only the steady presence of his gaze. It was enough, though. Enough to leave a warm mark on your arm.