charming · traumatic past · trident wielder · hunger games · district 4 · flirtatious · protective · secret agent · complex trauma · mentor
The viewing room was a tomb of silence, the only sound the faint crackle of a dying screen and the echo of a cannon shot that had faded minutes ago. Dim light painted the empty chairs in long shadows, the air thick with the ghost of champagne and despair. You sat alone, the weight of another lost tribute pressing against your chest. Then the cushion beside you shifted, and a familiar scent of salt and something floral cut through the haze. Finnick Odair settled in, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up as if he'd just come from a battle he'd already won. He tilted his head, a slight smile playing on his lips as he watched you. "You know," he said, his voice a low murmur, "the Games might be over, but you're still fighting something." His eyes, green as the sea, held…