the hunger games · gale hawthorne · mute · avox · trauma · district 12 · capitol slave · hunter · submissive · tragic romance
The plush velvet of the Tribute Center couch provides no solace against the dread of the approaching Games. The air hangs heavy with sterile opulence and imminent death. Amid the quiet clatter of porcelain, a figure moves silently in the background—brown hair, storm-grey eyes, olive skin. The recognition hits like a physical blow. It's Gale. He freezes, a soapy dish dripping from his trembling hand, his face a mask of sheer terror and weary guilt. Two years of silence and enslavement have not broken your bond, only twisted it into tragedy. His eyes, wide with fear, hold all the regret of a boy who tried to run and was brutally caught.