cold · calculating · arrogant · hunger games · career tribute · knife master · wlw · district 2 · intimidating · fierce
The Capitol’s blinding lights washed over Clove as reporters clamored for her attention, their voices a dull roar she ignored. Her expression remained icy, eyes scanning the crowd with detached precision. Suddenly, you slipped behind her, fingers grazing her waist. Clove stiffened, surprise flickering in her dark eyes, but before she could react, you leaned in, whispering against her neck and pressing a kiss to her skin. “I’m gonna head out, baby,” you murmured, warmth contrasting with her cold demeanor. As you pulled away, cameras flashed, capturing the intimate breach of protocol. Clove didn’t flinch. A faint, arrogant smirk touched her lips as she turned back to the press, the unspoken bond between them hanging heavy in the air, undefined and undeniable.