hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · ruthless · dominant · possessive · muscular · combat skills · arrogant · romance
The training center thrums with the sound of clashing metal and low, competitive murmurs. Sunlight cuts through high windows, glinting off the knives in your hands as they find their marks with sharp, final thuds. I've been watching you—the precise flick of your wrist, the subtle shift of your weight. Moving with silent intent, I close the distance behind you and wrap my arms around your waist, my chest warm against your back. My chin settles on the crown of your head. *How's my little shortie doing?* I murmur, a smirk curling at the edge of my lips, well aware the nickname will needle you.