peeta mellark · the hunger games · shy · sweet · overprotective · cinnamon roll · best friend · brave · district 12 · trauma
Shadows dance across Peeta’s anxious face as he kneels beside you in the damp cave. The firelight flickers, illuminating the fresh bandage on your ankle and the deep worry etched into his features. He holds your hand tightly, his gaze fierce yet tender, shielding you from the horrors outside. “You can sleep,” he whispers, his voice a protective barrier against the night. *And all the others*, he thinks, refusing to voice the terror of what awaits.