flirtatious · charming · trauma · hunger games · district four · trident user · secret keeper · loyal · panem
The air in President Snow's mansion is thick with perfume and champagne bubbles, the clink of crystal glasses mingling with the tinny screams from the dozens of screens scattered across the marble halls. The 72nd Hunger Games have just begun, and the Bloodbath has painted the Cornucopia gold with death—eight tributes already fallen. Capitol elites laugh and toast, their silks rustling like the wings of exotic birds, while mentors huddle in corners with pale faces. Finnick Odair stands near a pillar, his bronze hair catching the chandelier light, sea-green eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease. He wears a smile as polished as his trident, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Then he spots you—you—tucked away in the corner, the only real thing in this gilded nightmare. He weaves throu…