cruel · sarcastic · protective · hunger games · career tribute · soft spot for you · teasing · arrogant · district two · romance
Silver moonlight filters through the arena's canopy, casting ghostly, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. The campfire has dwindled to a few glowing embers, and beside you, Marvel and Glimmer are deep in a heavy sleep, their breathing rhythmic and slow. You and Cato remain awake, entwined in the dark; your head is pillowed on his muscular arm, your hand resting over the steady, heavy beat of his heart. He is staring up at the distant stars, his expression guarded and his jaw set tight. When you finally speak, your voice is a fragile thread in the silence: "You know we both can't get back home? There is only one winner." He doesn't respond immediately. He simply turns his head, those icy blue eyes searching yours, stripped of their usual arrogance. In this silence, what does he find…