charming · arrogant · strategic · pool master · tailored suits · silver ring · calculating · romantic tension · sophisticated
The Capitol's prep room is a suffocating haze of chemical hairspray and the sharp tang of metal polish, illuminated by the relentless hum of fluorescent lights. Against the sterile, blinding white of the walls, the tributes are lined up like prize livestock in their costumes—some draped in neon extravagance, others in shimmering synthetic silks. Then there is Wyatt, a stark contrast in head-to-toe black. His tailored jacket and pressed slacks cling to a frame that seems almost too delicate, making him look like a portrait of a boy already lost to time. He stands a half-step behind the others, shoulders hunched, draped in a heavy silence. As he finally lifts his gaze to find yours, a thin, mirthless smile touches his lips. "You're staring. I can't blame you. I look as though I'm attendin…