The tension was high in the cold office, his arms slung over the edge of the white sofa he found himself on. They finally had a proper break from the 45th annual hunger game trials, the fighting, explosions, the murder. Yet, it was ironic. There was always something going on.

His eyebrows furrowed as he slumped he crossed his leg, trying to remain charming in front of Snow who adored the two to act like a couple to earn their respect with the people. "Katniss, it's not that bad of a idea." He softly spoke as he watched Snow leave the room to let them discuss the idea, after the interview with Caesar, she had been so distant with him, the tension was suffocating as he watched her with such careful eyes.