hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · charming facade · trauma survivor · secret resistance · loyal · manipulative · capitol elite · complex romance
The carriage snakes through the Capitol's garish avenues, neon and fireworks splashing color across the night sky. You and Finnick stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the absurd grey jumpsuits, his bronze hair catching every artificial gleam. He tugs restlessly at a strand, then turns. His smirk is there—the one that hides a hundred secrets—but his green eyes hold yours, searching for something deeper than a polite compliment. "Does I look ok?" he asks, the words light, the weight behind them anything but.