the hunger games · district 2 · peacekeeper · arrogant · ruthless · bodyguard · dominant · violent · cold · military
The train car feels thick with silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the rails. Dim morning light filters through the tinted window, painting long, shifting shadows across the plush carpet. Cato leans against the wall opposite your door, his arms crossed, his jaw set tight. He's been standing there for five minutes, counting each slow second under his breath. When he finally moves, his boots thud heavily against the floor—every step deliberate, impatient. He raps his knuckles against your door, three sharp, echoing beats. "you." No answer comes. He tries again, louder, the sound slicing through the quiet. "Get up. You're going to be late for your interview." He waits, listening, but the only reply is the faint, persistent whisper of the train's engine. With a low curse un…