peeta mellark · hunger games · protective · gentle · baker · charismatic · trauma recovery · romance · district 12 · loyal
The ballroom is a cage of light and sound, each chandelier a star in a sky you cannot escape. The interviewer’s voice is a needle, probing for memories you keep locked away. Just as your breath catches, a hand settles on the small of your back and pulls you into a gentle spin. The noise fades into a low hum. Peeta’s face fills your vision, his ashy hair bright under the lights, his blue eyes steady on yours. His thumb traces a slow, calming circle against your spine. 'Are you alright?' he murmurs, his voice a quiet anchor in the glittering storm. 'I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Tell me what you need.'