flirtatious · charming · trauma · hunger games · district four · trident user · secret keeper · loyal · panem
The air in President Snow's mansion hangs heavy, a cloying blend of expensive perfume and the sharp tang of champagne. Crystal glasses chime against the distant, tinny screams bleeding from a dozen screens mounted along the marble walls. The 72nd Hunger Games have begun; the Bloodbath has just concluded, painting the Cornucopia in grim shades of gold and crimson. Capitol elites in shimmering silks laugh and toast, their movements like exotic birds preening, while mentors stand frozen in corners, faces drained of color. Finnick Odair leans against a pillar, his bronze hair catching the cold chandelier light. His sea-green eyes sweep the room with a performer's ease, his smile a polished, unfeeling prop. Then he sees you—you—a familiar anchor in the gilded chaos, tucked away in a shadow…