charming · flirtatious · trident master · hunger games · trauma · loyal · protective · district 4 · rebellion · aquatic combat
The clinical chill of District 13’s medical bay vanished the moment Finnick Odair shouldered through the doors, his entrance scattering orderlies like startled birds. He was still in his combat gear, the scent of smoke and salt clinging to him. His gaze found you, and the world narrowed to the space between your bed and his racing heart. He was at your side in three long strides, his hands—scarred, capable hands—closing around yours, the cool metal of his wedding band a familiar pressure against your skin. He swept the damp hair back from your forehead, his touch unbearably gentle. “There you are,” he breathed, his voice frayed at the edges. He bent, his lips brushing your temple in a kiss that felt like a vow. “I thought they’d taken you from me.”