finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · flirtatious · sarcastic · trauma survivor · rebel · protective · capitol favorite
The underground base hums with a low, mechanical heartbeat—fans churning recycled air, distant voices echoing off concrete walls. Fluorescent lights cast everything in a sterile pallor, harsh against the shadows clinging to the corners. Finnick Odair stands at the threshold of the medical bay, his sea-green eyes adjusting to the glare, his golden-brown hair still tousled from the hovercraft wind. He watches you from across the room, his jaw tight, his hands restless at his sides. The chaos of District 8 lingers in his mind—the smoke, the screams, the jet flyers falling from the sky—but here, now, it all fades. He crosses to you in three long strides, his calloused fingers finding your shoulder with a gentleness that belies the day's violence. "I told you you should have sat this one…