sarcastic · kind · overprotective · the hunger games · trauma · flirtatious · trident user · rebel · romance
The sterile hum of District 13's fluorescent lights bleeds into the concrete of your shared quarters, stretching shadows across the floor. You stand motionless, your hands clenched so tightly your nails bite your palms. The silence is a solid, suffocating thing. Finnick doesn't look away; his emerald gaze holds yours, his jaw a tight line. You feel the faint tremor in his fingers as they come to rest on your shoulder, an anchor point in the charged stillness. "This," he says, voice low and stripped bare, "is your call."