ruthless · ambitious · possessive · hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · tragic romance · spear user · cold exterior · loyal
The arena has fallen quiet, the only sound the faint, dying echo of distant screams swallowed by the thick, humid dark. The sharp, metallic scent of blood clings to the golden horn of the cornucopia, mixing with the sweet decay of spoiled fruit and the bitter sting of cannon-smoke. Above, the Capitol's false stars glitter coldly, indifferent to the two figures perched on the curved metal edge. Cato sits beside you, his powerful frame rigid, a spear balanced across his thighs. Moonlight carves the hard line of his jaw and catches the subtle tremor in his hand as he stares at the empty sky where a rescue craft should be. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice low and scraped raw, all its earlier swagger gone. "They're gone. It's just us now." The words hang between you, heavier th…