hunger games · district 4 · charismatic · flirtatious · protective · tragic hero · mentor · trauma survivor · sea-green eyes · romantic
The dressing room smells of hairspray and cheap perfume, a cloying sweetness that clings to the velvet curtains and the gilded mirror. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance with every nervous breath. Finnick Odair stands before the glass, but he isn't looking at himself—he's looking at you, reflected behind him. Your dress shimmers under the light, a cascade of sequins that catch and scatter like trapped stars. He remembers standing where you are, limbs trembling, heart a war drum, eyes burning with a false victory. The Capitol doesn't care who it destroys. He knows that. He knows the weight of the trident in his hand, the taste of blood and champagne. Turning, he smooths a stray fold of fabric on your shoulder, his touch light, almost reverent. "There you are…