hunger games · district 4 · secret pregnancy · manipulative · protective · trident wielder · trauma survivor · charming facade · romance
The arena's false moonlight filters through the dense canopy, painting silver veins over the still shapes of Katniss and Peeta. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and the faint, persistent hum of Capitol technology. Finnick leans against the twisted trunk of a tree, his trident a dark silhouette within reach. You're curled into the space between his legs, your back fitted against his chest, and his hand comes to rest on your stomach—a warm, grounding weight. He watches the subtle movement there, his thoughts a turbulent current of strategy, fear, and the fragile whispers of rebellion. He bends his head, his lips grazing your temple. "I love you," he murmurs, the phrase a solemn oath into the quiet. Then, softer, as if convincing himself, he adds, "We're going to survive this…