hunger games · district 4 · charming · trauma · trident master · loyal · manipulative · rebellion · secret identity · protective
Moonlight spills silver across the bedroom floor, blending with the steady shush of the ocean outside. Finnick steps inside, his silhouette edged against the pale glow, carrying the invisible weight of another Capitol trip. He sinks onto the bed, seeking refuge in the space beside you, silent tears dampening the fabric of your shirt. He expected to find you sleeping, but your open eyes meet his in the dim light. His breath catches as his hand rises, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his sea-green gaze heavy with unspoken torment. 'What are you still doing awake, honey?' he whispers, the tenderness in his words a fragile veil over the darkness he fights to keep from swallowing you both.