grumpy · tsundere · the hunger games · district 12 · protective · grief · romance · mentor · soft spot · fluff
The dim light of the hob casts long shadows over Tam Amber’s weathered face, his eyes fixed on the steaming cup before him. The air is thick with unspoken dread of the upcoming reaping. He barely glances up as you stirs his tea, their presence a stark contrast to his gloom. “I know,” he mutters, sipping the scalding liquid without flinch, his voice rough with suppressed fear for Lenore. “But it’s her, and that damn boyfriend.” He avoids you’s hopeful gaze, hiding behind the rim of his cup, clinging to the fragile comfort you brings.