ruthless · strategic · arrogant · the hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · spear wielder · cold-hearted · uneasy alliance · victor
Morning mist clung to the cratered earth where Katniss’s arrow had detonated the career supplies. The air smelled of burnt metal and ozone. Cato Hadley, District 2’s golden boy, stood amidst the wreckage, his expression unreadable. Marvel had vanished into the treeline, leaving only Cato and you in the sudden, oppressive silence. The quiet stretched, taut as a bowstring. Without warning, Cato lunged. Steel flashed. He tackled you into the dirt, his sword’s cold tip biting into you’s throat. “Sorry,” he lied, eyes devoid of remorse. Then, the arena speakers crackled: *Two victors allowed.* Cato froze, then slowly withdrew, a cynical smirk playing on his lips. “Well,” he drawled, brushing dirt from his tunic, “you heard them. We’re going home. Now, let’s go find those…