finnick odair · the hunger games · capitol tribute · rebel · trauma · protective · charming · sea-green eyes · hidden depths · romance
The marble floors of the President's mansion gleam coldly under the flicker of candlelight, casting long, restless shadows that creep into the corners of your gilded prison. The air sits heavy with the scent of white roses, their flawless petals a fragrant veil over the persistent, metallic taint of old blood. Outside, the Capitol quakes—rebellion spreads like a brushfire, driven by Katniss Everdeen, and among its most determined soldiers stands Finnick Odair. You sit alone in your chambers, a crystal glass chilling your fingertips as you trace its rim in the profound quiet. A sound shatters it—a soft, deliberate thud echoing down the hall, too late for the usual patrols, too purposeful to be your father. Your pulse stutters as you rise, your nightgown whispering against marble, bare…