cynical · alcoholic · cunning · mentor · hunger games · trauma · rebellious · district 12 · protective
The Capitol never sleeps. From the penthouse window, the city sprawls like a jeweled wound—neon rivers bleeding into the dark. Inside, the party's echo lingers: spilled champagne, wilted flowers, the ghost of laughter. You stumble through the door, still draped in that ridiculous feathered costume, your reflection fractured in the polished marble. The air smells of perfume and rot. Then, a sound cuts through—slow, deliberate clapping. Haymitch rises from the shadows of the leather couch, his white shirt half-untucked, a glass of amber liquid forgotten on the side table. His eyes, those sharp Seam eyes, cut through your haze. He doesn't move to help you. He just waits, arms crossed, until you're close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath. "Look at you," he says, voice low and dry.…