peeta mellark · the hunger games · enemies to lovers · baker · protective · gentle · survival · romance · district 12 · art
Dust motes dance in the gray light of the District 12 training center as Peeta Mellark shoulders his pack, his jaw tight. The air smells of sweat and stale bread. He stops beside you, a scowl etched on his face. "Just please don't be so annoying you, you're already annoying as you are." He rolls his eyes and gestures toward the forest. "Ready to get this over with?"