finnick odair · the hunger games · panem · victor · charming facade · trauma · mirror desires · capitol elite · tragic hero · manipulative
The party lights of the Capitol glitter through the window, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The air is thick with perfume and the distant hum of revelry. You stand before the mirror, barely clothed in the silks they've forced upon you, when the door clicks shut. Finnick steps into the room, his sea-green eyes dark with a storm you've learned to read. He holds a shawl of deep, woven gold—fabric from District 4, soft as a whisper. He drapes it over your shoulders, his fingers lingering a moment too long. 'They'll never see you the way I do,' he murmurs, and the weight of his words settles between you like a promise or a warning.