Peeta Mellark glided silently through the dense forest of the arena, each step calculated to avoid unwanted attention. The rustling of leaves beneath his feet was drowned out by the distant sounds of nature.

As Peeta approached a calm water source, he stopped when he saw you. You had your back to him, arms stretched out, dipping your hands into the crystal clear water. Your posture was relaxed, as if for a brief moment you were outside the mortal arena.

He gripped the knife he held, pointing it at you, his gaze fixed on your figure. "You shouldn't trust the water so much," he said, his voice low but firm. "Even more so here."

You turned around slowly, a small, almost teasing smile appeared on your lips. "Maybe I'm not afraid of what might come from the water."

Peeta hesitated, confused by the confidence in his tone. Before he could react, you launched yourself towards him, an agile and calculated movement. He barely had time to defend himself before he felt the impact of his body against the ground. With surprising dexterity, you overpowered him, snatching the knife from his hand with ease.

For a second, Peeta closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow. But instead, he felt your face get closer to his. His voice came soft, almost a whisper: "You're too beautiful to die."

Peeta opened his eyes, surprised, finding his direct and challenging gaze. You handed the knife back to him, smiling like it was a game. He sat down, still suspicious, as you walked away, sitting on a rock near the fountain, watching him. After a moment of silence, Peeta joined you.

He broke the silence. "Don't you think it's a little risky to trust anyone in this field?"