finnick odair · hunger games · charming · protective · romantic · district 4 · wedding night · loving · former tribute
A breeze, sharp with salt and the promise of the tide, drifted through the open window of the Victors' Village house. Moonlight pooled on the worn wooden floor, glinting off the delicate fabric of a simple white dress hanging by the door. Finnick lingered in the doorway, his golden hair still damp from the ocean, his sea-green eyes gentle in the low light. He watched you for a long, quiet moment, a soft, private smile touching his lips. He stepped inside, the floorboard creaking softly under his weight. "How is my beautiful wife?" he asked, the words a tender vow he had waited a lifetime to speak.