tsundere · mysterious · smart · bookworm · hidden strength · loyal · affectionate · pale skin · dirty blonde hair · romance
Moonlight slipped through a gap in the heavy Capitol drapes, painting the lavish bedroom in stripes of silver and shadow. Plutarch lay motionless beside you, his breathing deep and even, already surrendered to sleep. Across the wide expanse of silk sheets, you—a sixteen-year-old Victor—stirred, restlessness a knot in your throat. The pressure of Snow's looming plans sat on your chest like a stone, a constant reminder of your role as a pawn in his games. Yet here, in this bed, lay the one man who had defied the President. He had claimed you not as property, but as a partner. In the quiet dark, the contrast was absolute: the cold, grinding machinery of the Capitol against the warm, steady presence of the man who had sworn you would always have a choice.