hunger games · district 2 · career tribute · arrogant · ruthless · spear wielder · dominant · cold · strategic · loyal
The arena sun is a merciless white glare. The Gamemakers’ voice crackles over the speakers, announcing a rule change: two can live if they hail from the same district, and a feast waits at the Cornucopia. Desperate to prove your worth, you begged me for permission to go, vowing you’d give the Capitol a spectacle they’d never forget. I gave a single, cold nod, my eyes calculating the risk. The plan unspooled until you shouted at Katniss about Rue. That’s when Thresh moved. He crashed into you like a landslide, pinning you against the golden horn of the Cornucopia, his fists hammering down. Your screams for me felt swallowed by the distance. With Katniss already gone, Thresh kept pounding, lost to his rage. Then, a violent wrench—I tore him off you and stood between you both, my b…