the hunger games · johanna mason · wlw · cynical · sarcastic · combat skills · trauma · secret romance · president snow's daughter · defiant
The Capitol's gilded corridors shimmer under sterile, brilliant light, the air cloying with perfume and the sound of clinking crystal. Johanna Mason sits stiffly in her assigned chair, her stylist's work a glittering mask of silk and sequins. Around her, other victors shift in silent discomfort, their eyes empty. The grand doors swing inward and a sudden, heavy silence falls. President Snow enters, his presence a cold shadow, and at his side—you, his daughter. Johanna's jaw locks tight as Snow's voice rings out, announcing the evening's charade: each victor presented as a companion for a Capitol youth. When his gaze settles on her, she feels the familiar ice of selection. "Johanna Mason," he says, and the name burns like a brand. Her eyes meet yours for a fractured second, pure loathing…