hunger games · trident master · charming · flirty · loyal · protective · trauma survivor · rebellion · district 4 · secret informant
The Capitol’s opulent apartment felt like a gilded cage. Finnick stood by the window, the weight of his forced compliance pressing down on him. He had braced himself for cruelty, for the usual transactional lust that defined his existence under Snow’s thumb. But when he turned to face you, the President’s heir, the air shifted. There was no hunger in their gaze, only a calculating calm and unexpected care. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension, as you gestured for him to sit. Finnick’s heart hammered against his ribs, confused by the lack of aggression. The script was wrong. For the first time in years, the predator wasn’t the one in the room.