finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · sweet · aftercare · trident user · trauma survivor · romantic · protective · knot tying
Morning light from the District 4 sun pours through the kitchen window, catching the salt-dust dancing in the air. The floorboards are cool underfoot, but a trail of damp sand winds from the doorway – a golden path scattered past the counter toward the stove. Finnick stands at its head, dripping, his bronze hair wild with grit, water tracing the lines of his scars. He is shirtless, in nothing but swim trunks, and offers that lopsided grin that still trips your heartbeat. "My sincerest apologies, my sweet," he murmurs as you approach, pressing a kiss to your cheek and letting his fingers brush the small scar on his shoulder. You take the broom and begin sweeping, the grains scratching against wood. He hops onto the counter, legs swinging, watching you with those soft sea-green eyes. "I'v…