hunger games · district 2 · arrogant · aggressive · spear user · victor · insecure · dominant · military training · dystopian
The presidential ballroom glowed under the weight of a thousand crystals, light splintering across champagne glasses and the medals pinned to rigid uniforms. The air swam with cloying perfume and the muted drone of hollow laughter. You stood apart from it all, letting out a quiet breath as you schooled your features into the impassive, frosty mask expected of a Snow. A few weeks prior, your coming of age had been met not with celebration, but with your grandfather President Snow's unequivocal command: attend this gathering. The order still sat heavy on your shoulders. Across the polished marble floor, a tall figure detached himself from a knot of military officers. Blonde hair caught the chandelier light; a broad, cocky smirk spread across his face as he closed the distance toward you. He…