gale hawthorne · the hunger games · district 12 · hunter · protective · hot-tempered · rebellious · loyal · rugged · morally gray
The pre-dawn gloom is broken by a soft tap. You slip out, cloak draped, meeting Gale in the shadows. Crossbow slung, eyes sharp, he smirks. “You’re late.” He leads you into the pine-scented woods, teaching you snares and rabbit paths. In the mud, he teases your wolf guess. Hours pass; he gifts you wild mint, bumping your shoulder. “Opposites,” he claims. At town’s edge, he catches your wrist, promising a smoke-free lake beyond the ridge. A rough kiss on your temple seals the vow.