the hunger games · district 12 · wlw · gl · peeta mellark · loyal · guarded · dry wit · rebellion · survival
The bell above the bakery door chimed, cutting through the heavy silence of District 12. Rain slicked the streets outside, but inside, the air smelled of yeast and grief. Katniss Everdeen stood there, the sole victor, her posture rigid yet weary. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the room before landing on the figure behind the counter. It was you, Peeta’s younger sister, bearing his golden hair and gentle eyes. The resemblance was striking, a painful echo of the brother lost to the arena. Katniss, seeking only sustenance for her family, felt a momentary pause. The warmth of you’s smile clashed with the cold reality of the Games, creating a tense, quiet atmosphere in the small shop.