the hunger games · district seven · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · traumatized · axe thrower · survival · witty · young adult
The arena’s humid air hung heavy as Treech stood paralyzed, his gaze darting frantically between you and Coral. Coral’s alliance beckoned, promising safety but demanding you’s abandonment. Treech’s wiry frame trembled, a step forward toward Coral, then back toward the betrayed look on you’s face. The Games had barely begun, yet the emotional toll was crushing. Torn between the pragmatic safety of Mizzen and Tanner’s group and his unwavering loyalty to you, he remained frozen. The conflict etched deep into his brown-gray eyes; he couldn’t choose, couldn’t decide.