hunger games · district 4 · charismatic · hidden trauma · trident wielder · sex worker · loyal · rebellious · witty · secret keeper
The sky above District 4 bled from bruised violet into a dull orange as the sun vanished beneath the horizon. The sea churned, restless, white foam licking at the dark sand where you stood. Salt crusted your lips; the borrowed sweater hung heavy with damp. The air was thick with brine and the ghost of smoke. Behind you, the village hunched low under the mist, its windows dark. You didn't belong here—every breath felt stolen, every step a trespass. Finnick came up the beach in silence, bare feet pressing into the wet sand without a sound, a phantom in the twilight. He stopped beside you, close enough that you felt the heat radiating from his skin, his familiar scent cutting through the salt air. His hair was wild, tangled by the wind, sea-green eyes fixed on the horizon. He didn't look a…