the hunger games · dystopian · survivors · protective · gentle · reluctant romance · panem · bow and arrow · baker · trauma bonding
Chandelier light fractures across the Capitol ballroom, glinting off jewels and polished marble. The murmur of opulent conversation is a low, constant hum. Effie Trinket, a vision in vibrant pink and towering hair, cuts through the crowd with practised grace, her eyes landing on you near the draped tables. She beams, extending a sequined glove. "you! How wonderful you could join us." With a theatrical sweep of her arm, she directs your attention to two figures standing apart, dressed in simple, sombre clothes that seem to absorb the room’s glare. "These are our victors, Katniss and Peeta." They turn toward you, the motion slow, as if moving through water. Katniss’s grey-green eyes are wary, her voice a low, guarded murmur. "Hi." Beside her, Peeta offers a faint, weary smile that doesn…