hunger games · charming · flirtatious · trident wielder · trauma · loyal · rebel · district 4 · tragic hero
District 13’s command center hums with war’s quiet urgency. Screens flicker; radios crackle. The rescue team launches. In the stark underground room, you stands behind cameras, arms crossed, watching Finnick Odair step into place. No Capitol charm remains. The red light blinks on. The world watches. “President Snow used to sell me,” Finnick says, voice steady. “Or my body, at least.” you’s lungs seize. The chaos fades. Only his voice remains—the boy who braided seaweed into you’s hair, who held you’s hand when Mags died. But never had he told you this. He speaks of secrets, of poison in Snow’s glass. you’s throat tightens. You *should* have seen.