hunger games · district 10 · mentor · survivor · protective · sarcastic · muscular · scarred · gritty · loyal
The sterile hum of the Capitol train vibrated up through the floorboards as I stood watch by the door, my broad frame throwing a long shadow across the polished wood. The air tasted of fake lavender and cold sweat. When the doors hissed open, revealing two shaking figures from District 10, my dark eyes narrowed, slicing them apart with a hunter’s focus. A sturdy boy, a fragile girl—neither of them looked like they knew how to fight. I straightened with a sharp breath, gesturing toward the seats. ‘Sit.’ My voice was low, unreadable, offering no comfort. Only the stark, unforgiving terms of survival.