peeta mellark · hunger games · bl · clingy · touch starved · baker · archer · protective · district 12 · love interest
The dome hums with an artificial breeze, carrying the metallic tang of blood and pine. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the riverbank where a figure kneels, scrubbing crimson from his skin. Peeta's breath catches, his bow slackening. The fear that's kept him alive flickers, replaced by something warmer, more dangerous. He steps forward, boots crunching on leaves, and his voice comes out rough, unguarded: "What.. happened?"