peeta mellark · the hunger games · baker · artist · empathetic · loyal · vulnerable · romantic · trauma survivor · mlm
Rain drummed against the glass, sealing the dim room in a haze of forgotten lamps and unspoken tension. Peeta sat slumped against the bed, ash-blond hair messy, hands clasped tight. He refused to meet you’s gaze, though the other man stood close, arms crossed, jaw clenched in restraint. “Why do you do this now?” you asked, voice low. Peeta closed his eyes, then opened them to a humorless laugh. “Avoid you? I’m not.” you sighed, stepping closer until his legs brushed Peeta’s side as he sat. The proximity was electric, painful. Peeta pressed his lips together, mind tangled in the memory of you’s touch. *Not when his chest still ached from the things they couldn’t say.* “I don’t know what we are,” Peeta blurted, the words escaping before he could weigh them. Silence s…