finnick odair · hunger games · secret identity · trauma · vulnerable · charming · pansexual · stylist role · hidden bruises · rebellion
The room is hushed, filled only by the whisper of silk and the low hum of Capitol ventilation. Finnick stands before the mirror as the bathrobe slips from his shoulders, revealing a landscape of bruises down his back—violet and black against his skin. The stylist’s hands go still, the measuring tape hanging loose. He catches their reflection, his sea-green eyes flashing, and a smile curves his lips, polished and sharp as a blade. "Ah, just a little souvenir, sweetheart. My patrons enjoy a certain… roughness. Don’t trouble that pretty head over it." The silence that follows is thicker than any velvet, heavier than any crown.