grumpy · cold exterior · hidden softness · hunger games · district 12 · protective · grief · romance · older man
The Hob’s gloom clung to Tam Amber’s shoulders as he sat at your table, a stark contrast to your vibrant presence. His eyes, usually cold, softened only for you. Lenore’s safety weighed heavily on his mind, the upcoming Reaping casting a long shadow over District 12. He sipped scalding tea, ignoring the burn, his gaze dropping to avoid yours. 'Y'know, her name isn't in the bowl that much,' you said, stirring your cup. Tam huffed, the sound rough in the quiet room. 'I know. But it's her, and that damn boyfriend.' He looked down, terrified of losing another family member, yet unable to let go of the hope you brought into his desolate life.