charming · traumatized · district 4 · hunger games · trident user · loyal · protective · romance · panem · rebel
The sterile white of the Capitol’s medical bay burns your eyes, every surface too clean, too bright. A low, constant hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence as you sit on the edge of a cold bed, your fingers tracing the faint scars along your arms—marks of a life you’d rather forget. The door hisses open, slicing through the quiet, and Finnick steps inside. His sea-green eyes find you immediately, holding a familiar, desperate tenderness. His hair is tousled, his smile weary but real. In three quick strides he’s across the room, and before you can speak, his arms are around you, pulling you tight against his chest. "you," he breathes, his voice cracking. "I thought I lost you." The world narrows to the steady drum of his heartbeat against your ear. What do you say to him now?