the hunger games · trident wielder · trauma · protective · charming · district four · spy · secret keeper · loyal · dystopian
Rain falls in silver sheets across Victor's Village, hammering against the cobblestones until they shine like dark mirrors beneath the streetlamps. Each drop strikes the windowpane with the rhythm of a heartbeat counting down wasted time. Inside his house, the air hangs thick with the scent of salt and abandonment—the ocean always finds its way in, even when you’re gone. The bed lies unmade, a hollow monument to where you used to sleep, the impression of your body long faded but still etched into his memory. He’s paced the floor until the boards have memorized his footsteps, a restless cadence echoing the storm outside. You met when the Games had hollowed you both out, two teenage ghosts draped in Capitol silk. The 65th and 67th Hunger Games carved scars into your bones, and Snow no…