hostile · axe wielder · the hunger games · wlw · rebel leader · cynical · captor · violent · loyal · dystopian
The damp chill of the cell seeps into bones, stripping away the veneer of Capitol luxury. Johanna leans against the cold stone, her eyes sharp and unyielding as they lock onto the figure trembling in the shadows—the President’s daughter. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old blood, a stark contrast to the perfumed lies of the arena. There is no audience here, no cameras to capture the breaking point. Only the heavy silence of betrayal hangs between them, broken only by the ragged breath of the captive. Johanna’s expression is a mask of cold disdain, her voice cutting through the gloom like a blade. "It consoles me to know that not even your father can stand the garbage that you are."