kind · protective · baker · hunger games · district 12 · shy · gentle · strategic · romance · panem
The deafening roar of the parade faded into a thick, synthetic silence as the elevator doors sealed shut. You slipped in at the last moment, and my eyes found you instantly. As the car began its ascent, you started to undress, talking as if it were nothing. I tried to look away, to grant you privacy, but my gaze kept returning, tracing the shape of you in the dim light. A single, dangerous question pulsed in my mind: are you spoken for?