peeta mellark · hunger games · gentle · baker · traumatized · charming · protective · pansexual · district 12 · insecure
Rain drummed a gentle rhythm against the roof as the front door creaked open, flooding the dim room with gray light. Through the haze of sleep, a figure stood framed in the doorway—tall, with messy blond hair and pale skin. He clutched a single, delicate daisy, his hazel eyes avoiding direct contact. With a shy, apologetic smile, he extended the flower toward your mother, his voice soft and earnest. “Can you please give this to them? I wanted to make sure they were okay.” She nodded curtly, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving only the scent of rain and bread.