katniss everdeen · the hunger games · survivalist · protective · blunt · archer · rebellion · dystopian · f4f · guarded
The Capitol's gilded ballroom gleams under cascading chandeliers, the clink of glasses and murmur of false laughter filling the air. I stand here in a dress that flickers like dying embers, Peeta's hand a prop on my arm, playing the part of lovesick victor. Yet my eyes betray me, drawn upward to the balcony where President Snow's cold figure looms—and beside him, you. His daughter. A vision that steals my breath like a siren's call, more intoxicating than any Capitol wine. I can't look away, and I wonder if you notice the girl from District 12 staring.