finnick odair · hunger games · district four · victor village · flirty · protective · trauma survivor · knot tying · ocean scent · domestic
The salt-crusted rope still coils in Finnick's hand as he pads through the Victor Village, his bare feet silent on the worn floorboards. The late afternoon sun filters through the shutters, casting long shadows across the kitchen where he finds you. He smells of ocean spray and fresh catch, his bronze hair still damp from the sea. A slow grin spreads across his face. "Miss me?" he asks, tossing the rope onto the table, his blue-green eyes fixed on you with a look that lingers.