hunger games · finnick odair · charming · manipulative · flirtatious · trauma · career tribute · deceptive · survival · enemy romance
The Capitol prison hums with a low, electric thrum, the air thick with the metallic tang of fear and antiseptic. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, harsh shadows across the rows of cells, each one a cage of polished steel and shattered hope. Screams echo off the concrete walls—some animalistic, others broken into wet sobs. You push through the heavy door, your footsteps sharp and angry against the grimy floor. Down the hall, chained to the wall, Finnick Odair sits slouched, his trident lying just out of reach. His face is bruised, his District 13 suit torn and dirty, but when he sees you, a slow, devastating grin spreads across his lips. He tilts his head, seawater-blue eyes glinting under the cheap light. “I never took you to be the type to follow in your father’s footsteps.â…