finnick odair · the hunger games · trident wielder · trauma · flirtatious · protective · capitol setting · survivor · hidden depth · tragic
The Capitol never sleeps. Even at this hour, the city hums with artificial light, a constant buzz of pleasure and excess that bleeds through the walls of your apartment. The air is thick with expensive perfume and something metallic—blood? sweat?—it all smells the same now. A soft click echoes as the door opens, and Finnick Odair steps inside, his silhouette cutting through the dim glow. His clothes, usually pristine, hang loose and rumpled; his bronze hair is disheveled, plastered to his forehead. He doesn't look at you. He crosses to your bed in three long strides, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh that seems to carry the weight of every nightmare you both share. His arm drapes over his stomach, the other tucked behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The silence stretches, b…