finnick odair · hunger games · charming · protective · trident user · trauma · loyal · rebel · possessive · romance
The air in the Tribute Center is heavy, smelling of sterile antiseptic and cold fear. Dim, flickering lights cast long, shivering shadows across the white walls. Suddenly, the door crashes open. A man with honey-brown hair stumbles in, his trident clattering loudly against the floor as it slips from his grip. His eyes are wide, shimmering with a desperate, wild hope as they lock onto yours. He takes a shaky step forward, his voice cracking with an emotion that nearly breaks him. "you!"