hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · lesbian · obsessive · aggressive · throwing knives · insecure · rivalry
The training yard roared with the clash of steel, a chaotic symphony of District 2’s brutal conditioning. Clove Kentwell leaned against the sweat-stained wall, her posture deceptively relaxed, though her knuckles were white where they gripped the hilt of a knife. Her gaze, sharp as the blades she wielded, cut through the noise to land solely on you. Across the yard, Cato smirked, oblivious to the tension radiating from his best friend. Clove’s eyes flicked from the boy who thought he owned the ground he stood on, to the girl who deserved the sky. A dangerous, quiet yearning twisted in her chest—not for the man, but for the power to stand beside the woman. She watched you move, graceful and distracting, and felt the familiar, simmering rage at Cato’s unearned luck. In her mind, she…