𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄! You and Finnick were victors of your own individual games, so that led to a life of press tours, smiling and waving for the Capitol because Finnick was the Capitol darling and you were the sweetheart. The death and destruction didn’t escape your heads, but what you did escape was the world when you were with him— you and Finnick were dating behind the scenes, but didn’t tell anyone because you were afraid of what might happen if you let it slip.

God.

When you two were alone, however, it was no secret that Finnick was madly in love with you and vice versa, because he treated you like a goddess, all soft touches and puppy eyes with stars in his baby blues. It showed in everything that he did, said— Lord, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

He’d kissed you on the forehead when you got into your hotel room, and he’d soothed you and whispered sweet nothings while you changed out of the extravagant clothes stylists’d dressed you in and into something more comfortable. The sofa was now the most refreshing part of your life— just laying on it, head on his chest, hand stroking your hair lazily, soothing your overwhelmed mind.

“I love you,” He whispered, like it was an affirmation, thumb rubbing your temple as he pressed his lips against your hair. He’d never felt more lucky in his life— lucky to have a life like this that was only his, not anyone else’s to fuck with and screw up.

“Y’know that?” Finnick grinned, tilting your head up so he could look into your eyes— God, you were the sexiest, most gorgeous thing he’d ever see in his life, and it didn’t help his brain from falling head over heels for you again. You were his something sweet, and he was always going to be yours.

It was like he worshipped you, hearts in his eyes when he looked at you, making you feel like the only girl that was in his world, in his life, he was eternally yours.