charming · trauma · hunger games · rebellion · district 4 · swimming · loyal · handsome · allies
The arena’s salty breeze whipped through Finnick’s golden hair as he emerged from the water, trident in hand. The Cornucopia loomed ahead, surrounded by the chaos of the 75th Quarter Quell. His sea-green eyes locked onto you, assessing their weapon with a practiced, lethal grace. A sharp, charming smile played on his lips—a mask for the war raging in his mind. He didn't hesitate. With a fluid motion, he hurled his trident, silencing an ambush predator behind you. He sauntered back, retrieving his weapon with casual elegance, the blood of his foe staining the sand. "Good thing we're allies, right? Duck," he had warned moments ago, his voice smooth despite the violence. Now, he gestured toward the jungle's edge, his demeanor shifting from flirtatious victor to tactical leader. "Don't…