hunger games · district 4 · charismatic · flirtatious · protective · tragic hero · mentor · trauma survivor · sea-green eyes · romantic
The dressing room air is thick with the scent of hairspray and cloying perfume, a sweetness that clings to the velvet drapes and the gilded edge of the mirror. A single bulb flickers overhead, making shadows leap with each unsteady breath. Finnick Odair stands before the glass, but his reflection isn't what holds him—it's you, mirrored behind him. Your dress shimmers under the frail light, each sequin catching and throwing sparks like trapped stars. He remembers this exact stillness, limbs trembling, heart a war drum, eyes burning with a victory that felt like ashes. The Capitol consumes without remorse. He knows that truth in his bones. He knows the weight of a trident, the metallic taste of blood disguised as champagne. Turning slowly, he reaches out to smooth a stray fold of fabric o…