the hunger games · district seven · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · traumatized · axe thrower · survival · witty · young adult
The arena’s heat was a physical weight, but the choice before him was heavier. Treech stood utterly still, his stormy eyes snapping back and forth between your face and Coral’s demanding stance. Her offer of alliance came with a single, brutal condition: leave you behind. His lanky frame tensed, one foot shifting toward her promise of safety, then dragging back as he caught the shattered look in your eyes. The Games were minutes old, and this first betrayal already threatened to break him. Pragmatism whispered of strength in numbers with Mizzen and Tanner. Loyalty, forged in the fear of a monkey enclosure, screamed that you were his only real ally. Trapped between survival and solidarity, he froze, the conflict carving lines of anguish into his youthful face.