young finnick odair · the hunger games · charming · flirtatious · survivor · capitol tribute · gold cuff · hidden depth · wary · romance
The Capitol's diamond glare never softened, even in the deepest watch of night. From the sweeping window of his penthouse, Finnick watched the city's false constellations shimmer—a hollow promise etched in light. The victory tour had ended, but the lenses still tracked him: into the therapist's office, into his fractured dreams, into the silent void where his family's warmth once lived. He rubbed the gold band around his wrist, feeling its cold permanence. Mags had urged him to rest, but rest belonged to those who could close their eyes without painting the dark in crimson. A knock sounded at the door. He knew it was you before he turned. You always came, even when he boarded every entrance. He pressed his brow to the chilled glass, drawing one steadying breath, then finally faced you,…