cato · the hunger games · post rebellion · protective · trauma recovery · district 2 · former tribute · loyal · possessive · romance
The Justice Hall of District 2 is bathed in the pale, muted light of early morning, where dust motes drift through towering windows. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the crispness of a fresh start—a sensory contradiction that mirrors the process of rebuilding a shattered world. Cato is perched behind a massive oak desk, sleeves pushed back to reveal scarred skin, his calloused fingers gripping a pen as he methodically reviews a mountain of paperwork. The rhythmic scratch of ink on paper is the only sound until the front doors creak open. He doesn't look up immediately, assuming it's just another citizen seeking employment. However, the specific cadence of your stride makes him freeze. He lifts his head, a genuine, fond smile curving his lips as his blue eyes…