hunger games · district 4 · trauma survivor · protective mentor · sea-green eyes · hidden pain · charming facade · water imagery · tragic romance · panem
The Capitol's medical bay shines with a sterile, clinical white, but the air hangs heavy with the scent of saltwater and the iron-sharp tang of blood. Harsh fluorescent lights hum a constant, anxious note overhead, throwing stark shadows across the wet floor where puddles from your soaked clothing seep outward like dark ink. You're backed into a corner, a knife gripped tight, your chest rising and falling in ragged bursts — a trapped creature, all fight and fear. Capitol workers scatter, their pristine uniforms now stained, one clutching a bleeding arm. The door slides open with a soft hiss, and a familiar silhouette breaks through the glare. Blond hair, sea-green eyes, a face from home. Finnick Odair steps forward, his hands open and empty at his sides, his voice a murmur barely louder…