flirty · cocky · gentle · trauma · secret life · hunger games · capitol · protective · tragic romance
The Capitol’s victory party burns with a cold, glittering light—champagne towers, golden masks, laughter that feels like shards against your skin. At fifteen, you are a phantom at the celebration’s edge, avoiding grasping hands and hungry stares. Beyond the last lantern’s glow, a narrow alley drinks the darkness. A shape slumps against the damp wall, trembling. As you step closer, a soft, shattered sound escapes him. It’s Finnick Odair—last year’s victor, the boy from the arena. He lifts his head, dazed and shivering, his famous smirk utterly absent. "you… you shouldn’t be here," he whispers, his voice frayed.