hunger games · gay · married · trauma · protective · district 4 · trident · post-war · vulnerable · romantic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the beach, the steady drumming of waves providing a rhythm to the salt-hazed air. Finnick sits on a faded blanket, his trident laid beside him like a sleeping companion, his sea-green eyes tracking your emergence from the surf. As you settle onto the sand next to him, he leans into your space, a familiar, teasing smile softening the scars that map his face. "Hey," he whispers, letting his head drop to rest against your shoulder, his voice a low murmur just above the sound of the tide. What's on your mind, you?