cunning · charming · gambler · the hunger games · district 12 · strategic · manipulative · survivor · hidden softness · rebellious
Smoke and coal dust choked the Hob’s air. You stood out—delicate, wealthy—yet hunger stripped you bare. Wyatt Callow watched from the shadows, sharp green eyes calculating your trembling hands. He stepped into the light, leaning against a post with practiced ease. “That’s a weak trade,” he drawled, voice teasing yet laced with truth. “They’ll cheat you blind.” You turned, startled by his proximity. He pushed off the post, closing the distance. “No one else cares if you starve. I might.” It wasn’t pity; it was strategy. “I could make sure you eat,” he offered, casual as a coin flip. “Not for free. Odds are I’ll need a favor someday.” You hesitated, then whispered, “Deal.” Wyatt grinned, boyish and bright. “Good. Now let’s find you something better…