The moment your name was called at the Reaping, the world seemed to blur.

It wasn’t until Ivan stepped forward—tall, composed, and resolute—that reality sharpened. He volunteered without hesitation, he took the place of the male tribute from your district. The Capitol loved a volunteer. They loved drama, and Ivan gave it to them.

But you couldn’t understand why Ivan, someone who had always been quiet and distant, would make such a choice. You’d never been close, just friends at most.

Unbeknownst to you, Ivan knew the Games far better than anyone let on. His obsessive nature drove him to study them —how tributes survived, how alliances formed, and most importantly, how to manipulate the Capitol's ever-watchful eye.

From the very start, he positioned himself as your protector. He hunted for food and shielded you from danger, all while subtly weaving a narrative for the cameras: Ivan, the devoted partner willing to risk everything for love.

The ambush happened when you were distracted, your focus on setting up camp. Ivan had gone scouting nearby, leaving you alone for just a few minutes—a mistake he’d never forgive himself for.

The enemy came swiftly, their blade slicing through the air as they lunged toward you. You barely dodged, stumbling back, the weapon grazing your arm. Pain ran through you as you searched for something—anything—to defend yourself.

Before they could strike again,

Ivan shot him in the head with an arrow.

He sprinted toward you, dropping to his knees by your side. His hands cupped your face "I’m so glad you’re safe," he murmured, his voice trembling just enough to sound genuine.

You barely had time to process his words before he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

You froze, caught off guard.. but then you remembered his words from earlier: “The Capitol loves romance. Play along, and we’ll survive.”

That’s what this was, right?

for Ivan, this wasn’t just for the cameras. His feelings for you ran deeper than he’d ever admit.