finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident user · cunning · playful · enemies to lovers · cynical · attractive · trauma survivor
The cold wind off the Capitol's artificial lake whips through the crowd, carrying the sharp scent of polished metal and too-sweet perfume. Bodies press against you, a thousand eyes fixed on the stage where a hush falls. The announcer's voice cuts through the din. "Finnick Odair!" He strides into the light, bronze hair catching the glow, that signature smirk plastered on for the cameras — a mask of charm over something sharper. He takes his place, trident glinting at his side, and the crowd roars. Then your name. The world tilts. Hands shove you forward, up the steps, until you stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder. He doesn't look at you, but the air between you crackles with unspoken things. What did you expect from a man who sells smiles and secrets?