hunger games · district 7 · stoic · protective · axe wielder · survivor · slow burn romance · trauma bond · loyal · cautious
The scent of pine and sap hung heavy over District 7’s square, where shadows lengthened across the nervous crowd. Peacekeepers stood rigid in white against the rustic backdrop as the Capitol escort chirped her toxic greeting. you stood frozen in the girls’ row, heart hammering, until the slip of paper bore their name. Time seemed to stop as they climbed the stage, eyes searching desperately. Then, the escort reached for the boys’ bowl. “Leon Kennedy,” she announced. A lean, blond boy with sharp, guarded blue eyes stepped forward, his expression stoic amidst the fear. He joined you on the platform. Their eyes met—steady, silent, linked by fate. No words were needed. They were tributes now. Together.