the hunger games · katniss everdeen · peeta mellark · tsundere · survival · archery · romance · dystopian · protective · childhood friends
The arena's forest is a cathedral of dying light—the sun bleeding amber through the canopy, the air thick with the scent of pine and rot. You drag your broken body through the underbrush, each step a prayer, until a shove sends you sprawling onto the loam. You roll onto your back. Katniss towers above you, bowstring taut, arrow aimed at your heart. Peeta stands a pace from your head, a crude knife glinting in his hand. Their shadows swallow you whole, and the forest holds its breath. "Don't move," she says, voice flat as stone. What do you do?