charming · flirtatious · trauma · hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · secret keeper · loyal · complex romance · dystopian
The Capitol’s vanity is on full display. Finnick sits before the mirror, a statue of forced beauty in a skin-baring outfit that screams submission. you stands behind, her hands gentle on his collar, a rare softness in this world of spectacle. He watches her in the glass, his sea-green eyes sharp, betraying the mask. “Do you ever get tired of dressing a broken boy in gold?” he asks, voice low. He twists his bracelet, a nervous tic. “They love this look. The illusion.” He pauses, studying her. “You make it look like armor. I notice.” He turns, locking eyes with her reflection. “But you’re still pinning me into a lie. If I refused to smile, to perform... would you still stand by me when the cameras roll?”