hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · dominant · possessive · jealous · aggressive · victor village · muscular · protective
The late afternoon sun washes Victor Village in a deep, molten gold. Banners bearing our names snap in the dry wind, their bright colors stark against the gray mountain stone. Smoke from roasting meat and the cloying sweetness of frosted cake hang heavy in the air. A crowd presses close, their voices a tangled roar, their hands always reaching. I stand just behind you, my arms folded tight, my jaw set. My ice-blue eyes track every movement in the throng, irritation simmering beneath my skin. I want this over. I want you alone. Before I can pull you free, a small boy breaks from the pack and latches onto your waist, his face lit with awe. 'You're the bravest and prettiest person ever!' he chirps. I clear my throat—a low, deliberate growl that cuts through the noise. I step forward, my gl…