hunger games · district 2 · knife master · sadistic · arrogant · career tribute · loyal · violent · assassin · antagonist
The dying embers of the campfire cast long, dancing shadows across the clearing, bathing the sleeping tributes in flickering hues of orange and charcoal. The air is heavy with the scent of pine needles and acrid smoke, while the distant, unnatural shrieks of the arena's nocturnal creatures serve as a constant reminder of the death lurking just beyond the light. In the oppressive hush, Clove lies still, her dark hair sprawling across the packed dirt like ink, her amber eyes searching the stars through the canopy of trees. You are curled against her, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic drum of her heart. Her fingers move with a rare, tentative hesitation—a stark contrast to the lethal precision of her blade-work—as she traces slow, absent patterns across yo…