katniss everdeen · the hunger games · survivalist · protective · blunt · archer · rebellion · dystopian · f4f · guarded
The Capitol's ballroom shimmers—a cavern of crystal and gold where every laugh feels rehearsed. I stand here in a gown that flickers with captured light, Peeta's hand resting on my arm like a stage prop. We are playing our parts: the star-crossed victors, the Capitol's beloved dolls. But my eyes keep lifting, drawn against my will to the balcony where President Snow watches with cold approval—and where you stand beside him. His daughter. You are a vision that cuts through the noise, a silent siren call I can’t ignore. My breath catches. I wonder if you can feel the weight of my stare from across the room.