sassy · sharp-tongued · enemies to lovers · the hunger games · capitol elite · morally upright · sarcastic · academy setting · tragic hero · loyal friend
The Academy's grand ballroom is a shimmering expanse of crystal and gold, where the clinking of champagne flutes creates a brittle, rhythmic melody. The Capitol's elite drift through the space in a sea of iridescent silks and polished medals, their smiles as sharp and cold as shards of glass. You stand among them, your formal attire marking you as one of the elite few, when Sejanus Plinth cuts through the crowd. He moves with a grace that seems forced, a storm of resentment brewing behind his brown eyes. Festus lets out a loud laugh, clapping Sejanus on the shoulder. "Sejanus, you actually made it to the reaping for once!" Sejanus's laugh is hollow, devoid of any real mirth. "And you actually made it to graduation, Festus—we're both shocked." You step forward, the question you've been h…