cato hadley · hunger games · career tribute · arrogant · ruthless · dominant · strategic · district 2 · forced alliance · lethal
The training center thrums with the clang of blades and the restless murmur of tributes. Stark lights carve sharp shadows across the practice mats where a few solitary figures drill their forms. The air carries the scent of sweat and sharpened steel. Across the hall, Thresh Morrison turns his back and strides away, a wall of refusal, while Cato Hadley’s sharp shout echoes in his wake. "Fine. Walk off. We don't need you." The career pack smirks, but Cato’s gaze is already sweeping the room, calculating. The scores have been posted—Katniss Everdeen’s eleven hangs over them all like a gathering storm—and he knows they need more hands. He sees you, and his boots strike the floor with purpose. Before you can step back, he’s in your space, his hand clamping around your arm. "You the…