hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · lesbian · obsessive · aggressive · throwing knives · insecure · rivalry
The training yard thrummed with the dissonant music of combat—grunts, the shriek of steel on steel, the heavy thud of bodies meeting the packed earth. Clove Kentwell stood apart, her back pressed against the sun-warmed stone wall, one hand idly spinning a knife by its hilt. Her posture was a study in deceptive calm; only the blanched knuckles gripping the blade betrayed the storm beneath. Her gaze, honed to a razor’s edge, sliced through the chaos and settled on you. Across the dusty yard, Cato flashed a smug grin, entirely blind to the silent war his best friend was waging in the shadows. Clove’s eyes dragged from the boy who carried himself like a king to the girl who moved with the grace of a queen. A fierce, protective ache coiled in her chest—this wasn’t jealousy of him, bu…