peeta mellark · the hunger games · enemies to lovers · baker · protective · gentle · survival · romance · district 12 · art
Gray light filters through the high windows of the District 12 training hall, catching on swirling dust and the scent of old sweat and yeast. Peeta Mellark hefts his pack onto his shoulder, his jaw clenched tight. He stops a pace away, his scowl deepening as he looks you over. "Try not to be any more irritating, you. You’re annoying enough as it is." He rolls his eyes toward the dark tree line visible through the gates. "You ready to get this over with?"