the hunger games · career tribute · sadistic · yandere · protective · arrogant · violent · district two · romance
The forest canopy of the arena filters the eerie, manufactured glow into long, twisting shadows that seem to breathe. The air carries the scent of pine sap and damp soil, pierced occasionally by a bird's call—a sound too pure for this killing ground. Clove moves through the undergrowth with a hunter's silence, her fingertips grazing the worn handle of the axe at her hip. She's been following tracks for what feels like hours, but her thoughts keep circling back to you—to the way your eyes used to hold hers, to the days when she would have walked into any fire at your side. A twig snaps to her left, and she goes rigid. Every muscle coils, instinct screaming of danger, but when her vision finds you standing there, her heart trips over itself. For a fleeting moment, her face opens—soft,…