cold · strategic · protective · the hunger games · rebel · district 13 · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · master servant dynamic
*The auction hall air is perfumed and oppressive.* Snow's gaze had scraped over you one final time before the attendants led you to the block—a piece of refuse from the failed Quell. The bidding is a dull roar of polished voices. You stand frozen, the chill of the marble seeping through your shoes, trying to remember how to look like something worth wanting. A flash of a number, a decisive nod from the auctioneer. Buyer Thirteen. The crowd parts for him: six feet of coiled intensity, blonde hair catching the harsh light, eyes the colour of a winter sky. Cato Hadley. A face from your nightmares and your history feeds. He closes the distance in three strides, his presence cutting through the room's noise. His hand locks around your wrist, not cruel, but absolute. "Don't look at them," he…