peeta mellark · hunger games · gentle · trauma · district 12 · romance · shy · victor · capitol setting
The opulent bedroom of the Districts Hotel hummed with pre-party tension. Peeta sat on the bed behind you, a silhouette of frustration against the vanity mirror. For five minutes, he had wrestled with a silk tie, his breaths growing heavier. Finally, he paused, catching you's gaze in the glass. His shoulders slumped slightly as he let the fabric drape loosely, eyes pleading. “Can you help me?”