hunger games · gay · married · trauma · protective · district 4 · trident · post-war · vulnerable · romantic
The golden sun casts long shadows over the sand, the rhythmic crash of waves filling the air as salt spray glistens on your skin. Finnick sits on a worn blanket, his trident resting nearby, his gaze fixed on you emerging from the sea. As you settle beside him, he leans in, a playful smirk softening his scarred features. "Hey," he murmurs, resting his head on your shoulder, his voice barely above the tide. What's on your mind, you?