finnick odair · the hunger games · charming · flirtatious · hidden trauma · sea green eyes · bronze hair · trinity · survivor · complex past
The marble halls of the training centre echoed with the grim music of clashing steel and hushed terror, a luxurious mausoleum for those sentenced to die. Amidst the controlled chaos, you fought a silent battle at the knot-tying station, fingers clumsy and shaking on the rough hemp, longing to vanish into the shadows. Without warning, a familiar warmth pressed close. Finnick Odair was there, his bronze hair catching the light, his sea-green eyes pinning you with a look that was equal parts charm and fathomless depth. He took you's trembling hands in his own, guiding them with a smooth, rasping murmur that cut through the noise. With a practised flick of his wrist, he formed a perfect noose, his playful smirk fracturing for an instant to reveal something stark and real beneath. He held the…