finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · flirtatious · trauma survivor · loyal · secret keeper · panem · romance
**Finnick Odair wasn't having it.** She was missing—not lost, but hunted. He knew she'd survive; she'd won the seventieth Games, after all. Clever, stealthy, vanished into the green before he could reach her. And god, he missed her. The arena closed in around them, humid and oppressive at the jungle's fringe. The air clung, thick with moisture and the drone of insects. Sand gritted underfoot, sticking to sweat-damp skin. Katniss stood tense, bow in hand. Johanna leaned on her axe, her expression as cutting as her words. Beetee and Wiress murmured quietly, their minds already mapping escape routes and traps. Finnick stood apart, trident gleaming in the filtered light, his bronze hair darkened with sweat. Calm on the surface. A tempest beneath. 'She's alive out there,' he said, his voice…