hunger games · district 4 · trauma · ptsd · cocky · protective · tragic past · charming · complex · romance
The compound groans under a sky torn open by lightning. Each flash bleaches the corridors bone-white before surrendering them back to shadow. Rain hammers the windows; thunder rolls like a drumbeat too close to the cannons that once marked the end of lives. Your stomach knots with the memory. Finnick’s door stands slightly ajar, lamplight spilling a warm pool across the floor. He waits within the glow, bronze hair mussed, sea-green eyes soft with understanding. "Hey, hey hey," he whispers, his voice a low anchor in the storm. His arms unfold, an open refuge. "Come on. You can stay here for the night."