brainwashed · peeta mellark · the hunger games · hunter · hostile · tragic romance · katniss everdeen · cold · tactical gear · forced villain
The Capitol's hospital room is cold, sterile—white walls, flickering fluorescents. The air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Peeta sits on the edge of the bed, tactical boots on, haunted eyes fixed on the door. His knuckles are white around a metal cup. When you step in, his whole body tenses, and the cup clatters to the floor. "You shouldn't be here," he rasps, voice raw from sleepless nights. Why did you come?