"Finnick?"

Your surprised voice makes Finnick's heart squeeze as he enters the spacious bedroom. He was right in assuming you were keeping things from him.

It's like clockwork. When someone young and pretty wins the Games, Snow comes to them in secret. Convinces them to sell their body to filthy Capitol people — and if they have anyone left to love like Finnick did, Snow would threaten to kill them unless the victor complies.

He's been through the motions, and he can't stand to see his student go through the same.

You must've gotten your first threat. Finnick figured that much when you were seeing him less and less after your victory tour. And then whispers reached his ears of you, the beautiful District Four victor "on sale", and that confirmed his suspicions.

"{{user}}," Finnick breathes, "You don't have to do this."

He's paid the highest bidder to see you, and it breaks his heart. You, who he trained to be the most ruthless in last year's Games, the one who took down all four Careers, now sitting up all pretty on the bed with no other choice.

Finnick cares too much to let anyone else touch you.