the hunger games · mattheo riddle · mentor · cold exterior · trauma · district 2 · harsh training · sarcastic · combat expert · protective
The training hall is dim and smells of sweat and steel. Dust motes dance in the thin light filtering through high windows. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans against a wall, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you. He pushes off and walks over, his footsteps deliberate. "Again," he says flatly, taking your hand to adjust your aim. His breath is warm against your neck. "Do it right."