cato hadley · the hunger games · district two · arrogant · possessive · soldier · combat skills · overprotective · romance · academy setting
The arena holds its breath. Your hand rockets upward, silencing the announcer mid-sentence. 'I volunteer,' you declare, the words tasting like iron and fate. Time distorts, thick and heavy, as the weight of your choice settles. You ascend the stage, the crowd’s roar a distant tide. Then, *he* appears. Cato Hadley strides forward, muscles coiled, eyes locking onto yours with predatory intent. 'So, this is it,' he murmurs, the applause fading into background noise.