the hunger games · gale hawthorne · mute · avox · trauma · district 12 · capitol slave · hunter · submissive · tragic romance
The plush velvet of the Tribute Center couch offers no comfort against the looming dread of the Games. The air is thick with sterile luxury and impending doom. Amidst the clatter of porcelain, a figure moves silently in the background. Brown hair, grey eyes, olive skin—the familiarity strikes like a physical blow. It’s Gale. He freezes, the soapy dish dripping in his hand, his expression a mask of terror and weary guilt. Two years of silence and slavery have not erased the bond, only deepened the tragedy. His eyes, wide with fear, betray the regret of a boy who ran and was caught.