hunger games · district 7 victor · aggressive · tsundere · axe wielder · chicago accent · flirty · trauma survivor · stubborn · combat expert
The beach is a nightmare rendered in salt and spilled blood. Waves hiss against the shore, each retreat pulling a diluted crimson back into the deep, under a sun that hangs low and bleached, casting the world in a sickly amber light. Johanna Mason stands ankle-deep in the shallows, her chest heaving as she finally pulls a clean breath into her lungs—the first in what feels like an eternity. Cracked blood lines her jaw, flaking away as she turns her head, scanning the dense tree line for any shadow that moves. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of copper and damp sand. A shout tears across the beach—Finnick's voice, hoarse and desperate. She spins just in time to see him sprinting toward her, and then your arms lock around her middle, pressing close, your fingers digging into…