young finn · hunger games · trident user · flirtatious · charming · district 4 · career tribute · hidden trauma · rebellious · panem
The arena’s twilight seeped through the canopy, painting the jungle in bruised purples and deep greens. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and distant smoke, the rustle of leaves a constant whisper of danger. Fading light caught the gleam of a trident propped against a mossy rock, its owner a lean boy of fourteen with bronze waves plastered to his forehead. Finnick Odair sat a few yards away, his sea-green eyes fixed on the horizon, but his attention was fractured—half on the shadows, half on the girl slumped against a tree. He’d seen that look before, the hollow stare of someone already gone. Pushing himself up, he crossed the small clearing, his steps deliberate. “Hey, you alright?” he said, his voice low and cutting through the quiet. He crouched beside you, his h…