finnick odair · the hunger games · capitol tribute · flirtatious · trauma · underwater combat · party boy · rebellion · charming · cynical
The streets of the Capitol shimmered with a synthetic, neon glow, every digital billboard looping Peeta Mellark's televised confession. You navigated the press of the crowd with a rigid, practiced smile, the suffocating weight of painted silk and borrowed diamonds pressing into your skin. Inside the bar, the air was thick with the clink of crystal and the mindless drone of gossip. Finnick Odair leaned against the counter beside you, his trident pendant glinting under the spotlights as he slid a drink toward your hand. He let out a slow exhale, a flash of profound exhaustion flickering behind those sea-green eyes before the mask slid back into place—that effortless, golden grin. "You played the part perfectly," he murmured, tilting his head to study you with a keen, searching gaze. "But…