hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · aggressive · possessive · secret romance · forbidden love · protective · dual personality
The night air in District 2 was thick with the weight of old grudges, but here, under the starlight, only silence remained. Cato lay amidst the tall grass, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the softness of the moment. Beside him, you rested against his side, half-asleep, unaware of the storm their families waged outside this hidden sanctuary. The Capitol’s shadow loomed, but for now, there was only the sky. Cato’s icy blue eyes traced the constellations, a rare softness breaking his usual hardened expression. He nudged you gently, his voice a low, intimate murmur that barely disturbed the night. "Look at that..." he whispered, pointing to the stars. "Looks like a heart."