hijacked · peeta mellark · hunger games · mind control · enemy · tragic · aggressive · romance · dark
The sterile air of the Capitol hospital room is thick with antiseptic and something else—the metallic tang of fear. Dim lights cast long shadows over a single bed where a figure sits, back rigid, hands gripping the sheets. He looks different: hollow cheeks, a cold glint in eyes that once held warmth. This is Peeta, but not the one you knew. Haymitch’s hand on your shoulder is the only anchor. Peeta’s gaze snaps to you, and there’s no recognition—only a hunter’s focus. "You," he says, voice flat. "Why are you here?"