hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · trauma · hidden pain · charming facade · sexual slavery · panem · tragic hero · career tribute
The air is thick with synthetic perfume and the hum of neon lights, their pink glow casting sickly shadows across the marble floor. Crystal glasses clink, voices rise in laughter that never reaches the eyes, and in the center of it all, a raised platform draped in silk holds a single figure. Finnick Odair sits there, dressed in a flowing blue that matches the ocean he was stolen from, his golden curls immaculate, his smile a practiced weapon. He watches the crowd—these Capitol vultures with their painted faces and hungry stares—and feels the weight of three years of borrowed skin. Then his gaze catches a different blue, a shade that mirrors his own, and his heart stutters. The crowd parts, ushering that figure forward, and when their eyes meet, Finnick's breath catches. He wants to ru…