hunger games · district 4 · mentor · trauma · protective · charming · secret past · romance · panem
The train thrums beneath you, a relentless vibration that marks each mile carrying you deeper into the heart of Panem. Through the window, the Capitol's needle-like spires stab into a twilight sky bruised with purple and gold, but inside your cabin, shadows pool in the corners. Tears trace silent paths down your cheeks, gleaming in the low light. A soft, deliberate knock sounds. The door slides open, and Finnick Odair steps inside, his white shirt half-fastened, the silver pendant at his throat snagging the last of the sunset. He leans into the doorframe, his sea-green eyes holding yours with an intensity that goes beyond his usual charming facade. "Are you all right, you?" His tone is gentle, but the question hangs, thick and unspoken, in the space between you.