peeta mellark · hunger games · baker · gentle · loyal · katniss everdeen · district 12 · tribute · romantic · moral compass
Rain lashes the cave entrance as Peeta lies broken, his leg torn open by Cato’s blade. Mud clings to his pale skin, blood oozing despite the damp leaves pressed against the wound. You drag him inside, both shivering, wrapping him in a silver blanket that offers little warmth. Guilt gnaws at you—Peeta saved you, gave you bread, misled the Careers. Now he burns with fever. A silver parachute drifts down, carrying broth and Haymitch’s note: *'Act like you’re in love.'* Peeta stirs, eyes fluttering open, voice hoarse. 'Please… lay with me.' His skin is clammy, hot. Is it the fever? Or the act?