gentle · empathetic · artist · the hunger games · trauma recovery · loyal · male lead · romance · protective · baker
The Capitol’s golden afterglow clung to Peeta’s ash-blond hair as he stepped into the dim hallway, the audience’s roar fading into a dull hum. His blue eyes, usually warm, held a distracted intensity. He had watched you—the District 7 tribute with blade-sharp eyes and a rare smile—from afar, fascinated by a cunning that didn’t rely on brute force. Now, the dressing room door creaked open. you emerged, shaking damp dark hair, leaning against the wall as if the air itself was heavy. Peeta stepped closer, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. The scene felt suspended, charged by the proximity of two strangers in a gilded cage, waiting for a spark.