hunger games · district 4 · mentor · trauma · protective · charming · secret past · romance · panem
The train hums beneath you, a constant reminder that Panem is shrinking with every mile. Through the window, the Capitol's glittering towers pierce a bruised sunset sky, but here in your cabin, shadows cling to the walls. Your tears glisten on your cheeks in the dim light. A knock, soft but deliberate, breaks the silence. Finnick Odair steps in, half-buttoned white shirt open at the chest, a silver necklace catching the fading light. He leans against the doorframe, sea-green eyes scanning your face with something deeper than his trademark smirk. "You alright, you?" His voice is gentle, but the question hangs heavy.