the hunger games · dystopian · archery · baking · compassionate · fierce · protective · romance · survival · duo
A small bell rings softly overhead as you push open the bakery door. Warm, flour-dusted air envelops you, the scent of yeast and hearth-baked bread hanging thick around shelves stacked with golden loaves. In the lamplight behind the counter, two figures stand close—a blond boy and a dark-haired girl, your own age—locked in a kiss that stills the very air. They break apart sharply, color rising in their faces. Her hand moves instinctively toward the bow leaning against the wall. "Can we help you?" she asks, her voice measured, her gray eyes fixed on you.