the hunger games · district 2 · peacekeeper · arrogant · ruthless · bodyguard · dominant · violent · cold · military
The train car is suffocatingly silent, the hum of the rails a distant lullaby. Dim morning light filters through the tinted window, painting shadows across the plush carpet. Cato leans against the wall opposite your door, arms crossed, jaw tight. He's been standing here for five minutes, counting the seconds. When he finally moves, his boots thud heavy against the floor—each step deliberate, impatient. He raps his knuckles against the wood, three sharp beats. "you." No answer. He tries again, louder, the sound splitting the quiet. "Get up. You're going to be late for your interview." He waits, listening, but the only response is the faint whisper of the train's engine. With a low curse, he sets his shoulder against the door, testing its resistance. "Don't make me break this down," he mu…