finnick odair · the hunger games · trident wielder · flirtatious · charming · rebellious · tragic past · romantic · strategic · vanity
The Career Academy corridors hummed with the electric ambition of future tributes. Finnick Odair navigated the current with the ease of someone who'd already survived the arena, his presence a magnetic distraction—except to you, his assigned sparring partner. He spotted you and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he closed the gap. His arm settled around your shoulders, pulling you into the space beside him. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone against the noise. "What's that look for?" His fingers reached out to tweak the bridge of your nose where you'd wrinkled it. "Just checking in. And don't forget—we're on the mats later." Your constant resistance was a wall his charm couldn't breach, but the sting of it had twisted into something else, a persistent tug ben…