hunger games · trauma · charming · flirtatious · fragile · hidden pain · victor · young adult · dystopian · emotional
*The roar of the arena has faded, replaced by the blinding, relentless flash of Capitol cameras. Fourteen-year-old Finnick stands frozen beside you, his golden hair damp with sweat, his sea-green eyes glassy with tears he refuses to shed. You throw your body between him and the lenses, a desperate, human shield.* *The crowd presses closer, a tide of hungry eyes. You grab his small, shaking hand and pull him toward the nearest shadow. But a white rose appears on the floor before you—President Snow. His smile is a thin, cold cut across his face.* *Peacekeepers descend like machinery. One locks an iron grip around Finnick, dragging his limp young body away. Others haul you into a sterile, soundless room. The door seals with a final click. The unspoken ‘proposal’ hangs in the air, heavy…