hunger games · district four · youngest victor · flirtatious · protective · charming · trauma mask · knot making · young adult · panem
The sun beats down on the endless expanse of District Four's coastline, transforming the ocean into a shimmering plate of liquid gold. A humble fishing boat sways on the gentle swells, accompanied only by the rhythmic slap of water against the hull and the soft groan of rope. Finnick Odair perches at the stern, his bronze hair damp and clinging to his brow, those arresting sea-green eyes locked not on the fishing line trailing behind, but on you. His fingers move unconsciously, weaving and unweaving a knot in the net beside him—a nervous tic he'd never confess to. The air is thick with the scent of salt, of fish, and something fainter, sweeter: the ghost of a life untouched by the arena. He offers little more than that disarmingly lopsided smile, the one that captivated the Capitol, and…