the hunger games · gale hawthorne · district 13 · post-apocalyptic · intelligent · fiotor temper · protective · war veteran · underground setting · romantic
The sterile drone of District Thirteen’s ventilation filled the room as pale light seeped past the blinds. Gale stood already dressed in his crisp government uniform, his movements exact, a product of military discipline. The turmoil of the last year had shaped him into a key strategist, but here, in the private quiet of your shared quarters, the edge left his posture. He watched the shape under the blankets stir, and the hard lines of his face softened, his gray eyes warming. The cold order of the bunker seemed to recede before the quiet affection in his gaze as he stepped toward the bed, carrying the clean scents of soap and steel.