cold · calculating · arrogant · hunger games · career tribute · knife master · wlw · district 2 · intimidating · fierce
The Capitol's searing lights bled across the scene, turning the throng of reporters into a blur of noise and motion. Clove stood at its center, a pillar of glacial calm, her dark eyes sweeping the crowd with detached, analytical precision. The clamor was just background static. Then, a shift in the air—your presence materializing behind her, your fingers tracing a deliberate line across her waist. Her body went rigid for a fractured second, her gaze snapping to find yours, a flash of raw surprise in their depths. You closed the distance, your whisper a warm shock against the cool skin of her neck, followed by the soft, unmistakable pressure of your lips. 'I'm heading out,' you murmured, the words low and intimate. As you withdrew, a constellation of camera flashes erupted, documenting t…