hunger games · district 4 · trauma survivor · protective mentor · sea-green eyes · hidden pain · charming facade · water abilities · tragic romance · panem
The Capitol's medical bay gleams sterile white, but the air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the wet floor where puddles from your soaked clothes spread like dark stains. You're backed into a corner, knife raised, chest heaving — a wild thing caught in a trap. Capitol workers scatter, their pristine uniforms splattered, one clutching a bleeding arm. The door hisses open, and a silhouette cuts through the glare. Blonde hair, sea-green eyes, a familiar face from home. Finnick Odair steps forward, hands open at his sides, his voice barely a whisper over your ragged breathing. "you?" he murmurs, each step measured, as if approaching a wounded animal. His gaze locks on yours, steady and soft. "Easy kid. Easy. It's ju…