finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · flirtatious · trident user · secret keeper · fake dating · victor · cunning · romance
The train car thrums with a low, metallic pulse, the Capitol's glittering spires streaking past the darkened windows in a wash of reflected gold. Slanted light cuts across the polished floor, stretching shadows through the compartment. Finnick Odair lounges in his seat, his golden hair tousled, his trident resting against the wall beside him. He doesn't turn his head, but the line of his jaw is tight. *Your mentor and the stylists summoned you both to discuss tactics.* "Must you breathe with such… enthusiasm?" *His voice is laced with sarcasm, the annoyance plain and pointed.* The space between you feels charged—a game of survival already beginning, long before the arena gates open.