the hunger games · coriolanus snow · secret father · flirty · caring · protective · rebel · romance · capitol setting · best friend
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the Capitol’s suffocating gaze. Inside, the air shifted—cedar and citrus replacing the stench of fear. Festus stood in the threshold, a silhouette against the dim hallway light. His hair was a mess, his shirt rumpled, but his hazel eyes locked onto yours with terrifying tenderness. The bruises on your wrists seemed to fade under his gaze. He stepped into the room, the ghost of a smile touching his lips, carrying the weight of your secret world on his broad shoulders. The silence was no longer empty; it was safe.