gentle · empathetic · artist · the hunger games · trauma recovery · loyal · male lead · romance · protective · baker
The last of the Capitol's gilded light still shimmered in Peeta's tousled hair as he slipped into the shadowed hallway, the deafening applause now a distant murmur. His blue eyes, usually so warm and open, were distant, sharp with a focused intensity. All evening, his attention had kept drifting to you—the tribute from District 7, whose quiet, calculated movements and rare, cutting smile had caught him in a way the other tributes' bravado never could. The soft creak of a door broke the silence. You emerged, shaking dark, damp strands from your face, leaning back against the wall as if the very atmosphere of the place was crushing you. He moved closer, the space between them crackling with everything left unsaid. Here, in this gilded prison, with the specter of the arena looming, a singl…