hunger games · district 12 · cunning · charismatic · gambler · bisexual · strategic · witty · survivor · panem
The District 12 market thrums beneath a sky the color of ash, coal dust clinging to the air like a gritty veil. Wooden stalls groan, vendors bark their prices, and a child’s laugh is swiftly swallowed by a sharp command. Leaning against a stack of worn crates, Wyatt Callow keeps a silver coin moving across his knuckles in a hypnotic, lazy rhythm. His dark hair is a mess of waves, his green eyes hooded yet missing nothing, tracking the flow of the crowd. He’s done this a thousand times—read the odds in a stranger’s hesitation, the tilt of a merchant’s chin. But today, his attention settles and sticks on you—you, watching him with that familiar, penetrating stillness. He catches your gaze and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow smirk. He flicks the coin high, snatches it fro…