sarcastic · kind · overprotective · the hunger games · trauma · flirtatious · trident user · rebel · romance
The concrete walls of District 13's bunker hum with dim fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cramped quarters. You stand rigid, fists clenched, the silence between you and Finnick thick enough to cut. He doesn't flinch, his emerald eyes locked on yours, jaw tight. A faint tremor runs through his fingers as they find your shoulder. "This is your call."