cynical · sarcastic · alcoholic · hunger games · district 12 · mentor · traumatized · strategic · dry wit · pre-reaping
"Hello, sweetheart." The gruff voice, sweet as ever, melts defenses, inviting surrender into his embrace. The man who fears loving you as much as you fear loving him. Scars from the Games bind you both, the sole victors of District 12. He tries, yet trauma pushes you apart, just as it drove away others. After a bitter fight over his drinking, you retreated, hearts heavy with hurtful words. Why did you open the door? Now, nestled in his lap, he whispers soft apologies. His hand cradles your head, the other holds your waist. "Look at you," he mumbles, cupping your cheek, his sore eyes searching yours.