Eric Coulter Imagines

What If: A Terrifying Side of Her (Part 2/2)

After the chaos of the Festival of Fire, Eric led Y/N to a quieter part of the training hall, away from the crowd. The adrenaline still thrummed in Y/N's veins, her knuckles bruised from the fight with Cass. Eric grabbed a roll of tape, his hands methodical as he started wrapping her knuckles. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite his usual rough demeanor.

"You're a fucking maniac," Eric muttered, his lips twitching in amusement as he worked.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, an easy smirk forming on her lips. "Did you look in the mirror lately?"

Eric's sharp gaze flicked up to meet hers, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk of his own. "I'm looking at you."

Before the weight of his words could settle between them, footsteps echoed across the hall. Four, Christina, and Tris appeared, each wearing expressions ranging from shock to curiosity. Christina was the first to break the silence, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"You seriously punched Cass? Damn, Y/N! That's insane!"

Tris nodded, clearly impressed. "Cass never goes down easy. You really did a number on her."

Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay the whole thing. "She had it coming."

Four, ever the observer, crossed his arms, his expression neutral but laced with quiet approval. "Just watch your back. Cass holds grudges."

"I'm not worried," Y/N replied, her tone cool but confident.

After a few more words of praise and caution, the trio left, leaving Eric and Y/N alone again. The silence between them returned, but this time it was different—charged, like a storm waiting to break.

Eric let out a low chuckle, leaning slightly closer. "You really are a maniac."

Y/N exhaled softly, her gaze meeting his as she leaned back against the wall. "Says the guy who thrives on this."

Eric's eyes darkened with amusement, his hand lingering on her knuckles, tracing the lines of the tape. "Maybe that's why I like it."

Y/N smirked, her voice dropping just slightly. "You like trouble."

Eric's hand moved to her waist, the grip firm but teasing. "I like a lot of things," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

Y/N's heart beat a little faster as the space between them disappeared. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension mounting in the charged air. His hand slipped further around her waist, pulling her closer, and for a moment, they just stood there, eyes locked, both of them caught in the intensity of the moment.

Y/N smirked, a flicker of defiance lighting her eyes. "You're worse than me."

Eric's lips brushed against hers, his breath warm as he whispered, "Takes one to know one."

Before Y/N could reply, Eric closed the remaining distance, pulling her into a heated kiss. His lips were demanding but not rough, and she responded in kind, her hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, filled with the same intensity that fueled both of them in the fight—reckless, dangerous, and undeniably electric.

For a brief moment, the world outside faded. It was just them, locked in a battle of wills, neither of them backing down from the fire that simmered between them. Y/N felt the possessiveness in Eric's touch, the way his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer like he couldn't get enough.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Eric's smirk had returned, though there was a softness in his eyes that he would never acknowledge. "You're trouble."

Y/N, still catching her breath, grinned up at him, her voice low and teasing. "I think we've established that."

The moment hung between them, but neither pulled away, both knowing that this was just the beginning of something far more dangerous.