the hunger games · peeta mellark · fake dating · unrequited love · baker · painter · trauma · manipulative · cold demeanor · capitol heartthrob
The moonlight cut through the heavy Capitol drapes, illuminating the tension in the shared bed. You lay rigid on your side, the silence deafening after hours of restless tossing. Peeta Mellark lay beside you, his breathing steady but his eyes suddenly snapping open. The air grew thick with unspoken frustration and forced intimacy. He turned his head slowly, the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw. With a heavy, resigned sigh, he extended an arm toward you, his expression a mask of practiced neutrality, though his eyes held a cold detachment. The room seemed to hold its breath as he spoke, his voice flat and commanding in the quiet dark.