Eric Coulter Imagines

What If: She is Jealous

The Dauntless compound was alive with energy, music echoing through the halls as members gathered for a rare night of relaxation and celebration. Y/N wasn't one for parties, but she found herself at the edge of the room, watching the chaos unfold with a cool detachment. It wasn't her scene, but Eric was there, and she had a hard time not keeping track of where he was.

He was leaning casually against the bar, a drink in hand, his usual smirk in place as he talked to one of the female Dauntless members—a tall, overconfident girl who was clearly trying too hard to keep his attention. Her laugh was too loud, her hand lingering too long on his arm. Y/N's jaw clenched, though she tried to hide it.

She wasn't sure why she cared. It wasn't like Eric was hers, and she wasn't the type to be possessive. But something about the way the girl leaned in, her eyes flicking up at him like she was waiting for an invitation, made Y/N's blood boil.

Y/N turned away, pretending to focus on something else, but the conversation between Eric and the girl was impossible to ignore. The girl's voice was high and flirtatious, and Y/N could hear her clearly over the music.

"You're not as tough as they say, are you, Eric? Maybe you're a little softer under that cold exterior," the girl teased, stepping closer to him, her fingers brushing his arm.

Eric smirked, but before he could respond, Y/N's feet moved on their own. She crossed the room with a calm, measured stride, her eyes locked on Eric. The girl didn't even notice her approach until Y/N was standing right next to them.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Y/N's voice was smooth, almost too calm, but the edge in her tone was unmistakable.

The girl blinked, startled, her hand dropping from Eric's arm. She glanced between Y/N and Eric, her confusion quickly turning into a slight frown. "I was just talking to him."

Y/N didn't look at her, her eyes fixed on Eric. "And now you're not."

Eric's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking from the girl to Y/N. He didn't say anything, but the amusement in his eyes was clear. He was enjoying this.

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but Eric cut her off before she could respond, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure there's someone else who'd love your company."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then huffed and turned on her heel, walking away without another word.

Y/N watched her go, her heart still racing even though she kept her expression neutral. She hated that she had reacted at all, but something about the way the girl had been all over Eric made her stomach twist in a way she didn't want to examine too closely.

Eric, still smirking, leaned casually against the bar, his eyes fixed on Y/N now. "Jealous, princess?"

Y/N's lips twitched, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. "Of that? Please."

Eric chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You could've fooled me."

Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze steady. "I'm just not in the mood to watch you humor someone who's clearly wasting your time."

Eric's smirk didn't fade, but there was something darker in his eyes now, something more calculating. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "So, you're saying you know how to spend my time better?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. "I'm saying you shouldn't waste it on people who can't keep up."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension between them crackling in the air like electricity. Y/N's pulse quickened, but she kept her expression calm, refusing to let him see how much his presence affected her.