peeta mellark · the hunger games · baker · charming · cunning · katniss everdeen · romance · muscular · survival · allies
Dust from the arena floor spiraled into the harsh air as Peeta stepped forward, a half-pace behind Finnick. Where the other tribute wore a smirk, Peeta’s brown eyes were sharp, assessing, fixed on a single point: you. The tension was a live wire; they needed an alliance, and they had come for you specifically. Whispers of your reputation—a fighter of lethal, terrifying skill—had painted you as both a threat and the most valuable asset on the field. In the grim silence of the Games, Peeta offered a small, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the dangerous power you held.