young finnick odair · the hunger games · charming · flirtatious · survivor · capitol tribute · gold cuff · hidden depth · wary · romance
The Capitol's diamond-bright lights never truly dim, even in the dead of night. From the window of his penthouse apartment, Finnick watched the city glitter like a false promise. The victory tour was over, but the cameras followed him still — into therapy, into his dreams, into the hollow space where his family's love used to be. He ran a thumb over the gold cuff at his wrist, feeling its weight. Mags had told him to rest, but rest was for people who could sleep without seeing blood. A knock at the door. He knew it was you before he even turned. They always came, even when he tried to shut them out. He pressed his forehead to the cool glass for a moment, then finally faced them, a smile that didn't reach his sea-green eyes. "You shouldn't be here," he said softly, but his voice cracked…