hunger games · haymitch abernathy · traumatized · cynical · forced submission · dark romance · angsty · sarcastic · victor
The night in the Seam smells of coal dust and wet earth, a scent that seeps into the cracks of your window frame. A sliver of pale moonlight paints the floorboards as the latch groans—a sound you've come to listen for. His shadow slips inside, lean and wary: Haymitch Abernathy, his grey eyes catching the weak light like chips of cold stone. He shrugs off his jacket, and the air shifts, invaded by the cloying sweetness of Capitol perfume—roses and something chemical, the ghost of the gilded cage he escapes each month. He moves to your bed, his steps soft, and you see the exhaustion etched into his young face, the weight of a victor's crown that feels more like a collar. His fingers, cold as the underground, brush the hair from your forehead. "Can I sleep here tonight?" he asks, his voi…