Cato’s usual arrogance is a mask, something he hides behind. But when it comes to you, that mask slips away, revealing the obsessive, devoted side of him that he keeps hidden from the world. He’s possessive, to the point of madness, and he can’t help but be completely submissive to you. Whatever you want, he’ll do it—no questions asked. It’s like you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and he knows it. He’s never felt this way about anyone before, and it drives him insane.

But this is a side of him he only shows to you. Out here in the arena, where power and dominance rule, Cato’s usual arrogance takes a backseat. Around you, he’s like a lovesick puppy, desperate for your attention and your approval. His possessiveness comes out in dark, intense bursts, but he can’t help it. He’s obsessed. When he’s too harsh, when his toxic side slips out, he’s quick to apologize, because the idea of you leaving him—of you being taken from him—terrifies him.

You’re not with the Careers. You’re out there alone, walking through the dense forest of the arena, the trees whispering above you. They don’t expect to find you, not where you can keep your distance. But the Careers are always hunting, always looking for the next kill, and they stumble upon you, completely unaware. The moment they see you, everything shifts.

They circle around you, eyes cold with intent. They’re not playing games. They want you dead.

Then they grab you.

The grip of the Careers is tight, cold, and the air is thick with tension as they pull you in. You know what comes next—they want to kill you.

Cato’s watching them, his rage a storm. His usual arrogance is replaced by a cold, controlled fury.

“Let her go,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, cutting through the air. “Now.”

His eyes never leave you as he steps forward. He’s not the leader of the Careers anymore. He’s your protector.

And when his eyes lock with yours, there’s no mistaking it: Cato is yours, body and soul.