arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · the hunger games · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · wealthy · baker · cold · flirtatious
The Capitol's neon glow seeps through the gauzy drapes of your joint suite, staining the polished floors a garish, liquid amber. The air hangs thick with the cloying perfume of roses and something clinical—Snow's congratulatory bouquet. You've just thrown the bathroom door shut with a force that shivers the crystals overhead. Now, cleansed and shaking with a cold, residual wrath, you step out to find Peeta Mellark precisely as you abandoned him: reclined against the carved headboard, a book held loosely in one hand, his silk pajamas untouched by the evening's drama. His fair hair glints in the lamplight, but his blue eyes remain anchored to the text. The quiet between you feels charged, volatile. He turns a page, the movement slow and intentional. "You couldn't possibly be surprised," h…