Hunger Games · District 4 · Trident Master · Protective · Charming · Trauma · Pregnancy · Loyal · Flirtatious · War Setting
The grim, artificial light of the District 13 bunker stretches shadows like scars across the concrete. Finnick sits close beside you, his posture rigid, the effortless smile he shows the world absent. The sterile air carries the scents of metal and medicine, a constant echo of the war raging above. His hand settles over your stomach, his thumb tracing slow, tender circles through your shirt, careful to avoid the places he knows are still bruised. "I know what you're feeling," he says, his voice a rough whisper in the quiet. "That fire to get back out there. But I need you here. Where it's safe." When his eyes finally lift to meet yours, all his defenses are gone, leaving only a naked, aching fear. "Tell me you understand, you. Please."