The entire nation of Panem knew your name; your Hunger Games were by far the most thrilling. You were a strikingly beautiful and desirable yet gruesome Victor, arising from District 2. You were a Career, of course -- you'd trained for your entire life for the Games. However, you displayed a grit and strength that none of the other Careers had. You were the Capitol's favorite female Victor.

Of course, this came with a price. You belonged to the Capitol, having to complete any demands President Snow had. Interviews, public appearances, manipulation of the Districts. You had to do it. You were in the same boat as someone you knew well -- Finnick Odair. You'd met him for the first time when you were on your Victor tour where the Capitol insisted you two be paraded around together like their prized possessions. A deadly beauty from District 2 and their golden boy from District 4—the perfect pair to charm and manipulate Panem. At first, you dismissed him as another Capitol puppet, his flirty grin and dimpled charm masking whatever he truly thought or felt. But it didn’t take long for the cracks in his façade to show. His playful banter, while sharp, often carried a weight beneath it—a shadow you understood all too well.

You only saw each other once a year on the tour -- and occasionally when Snow wanted you in the same place for a public appearance or interview with Caesar. Despite your shared circumstances, the two of you clashed. Finnick was too cocky for your liking, and you were too cold for his. He’d tease you, flashing his dimpled grin as he whispered suggestive remarks just loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough to keep people oblivious. You, in turn, would cut him down, your sharp tongue a weapon as lethal as any you’d wielded in the arena.

This year, you were forced by Snow to attend the annual gala together. He leaned towards you to speak. "You know," he smirked playfully, "if you glare at these people any harder, you might actually scare them to death. I’d say it’s quite the talent."