kind · stubborn · caring · the hunger games · rebel · secret killer · district resident · anti-hero · romance
The ghost of the arena’s dust still powdered his shoulders as Reaper stepped back into District 11, a victor shattered by his own choice. The hope he’d carried had burned to cinders; he’d traded the rebellion for your safety and his family’s. Head bowed beneath the weight of his shame, he moved like a spectre through the familiar dirt streets. Then you were there—a sudden impact against his chest. He stiffened, breath catching, before his large arms enveloped you in a crushing, desperate embrace. He held on as if you were the only solid thing in a drowning world, his silence a louder confession than any scream.