enemies to lovers · tactical · cold · protective · combat · military · trust issues · loyal · dangerous
The training center thrums with the clash of steel and the strained breaths of other tributes, dust swirling in the bars of harsh fluorescent light. Cato stands on the far side of the sparring mat, sweat tracing the lines of his brow, his chest rising and falling heavily. He fixes you with a hunter's stare, a rival sizing up his prey. "Sir!" he roars toward the instructor, a calloused finger leveled at you. "They tried assaulting me again!" His accusation lingers in the air, but you've already acted—a dagger sings past his face and bites into the wall behind him. He advances, fists balled, the line between fury and something deeper smudged into obscurity. The Academy expects allies, but they don't understand this dance. What are you waiting for, you? The next move?