The grand halls of President Snow’s mansion were eerily silent, save for the distant flicker of candlelight casting elongated shadows across the marble floors. This place—your home—was a fortress of cold opulence, adorned with pristine white roses that masked the ever-present scent of blood. Outside the walls, the Capitol teetered on the edge of chaos. The rebellion, led by Katniss Everdeen, had ignited like wildfire, and Finnick Odair stood among its most fearless warriors.

You had never voiced your true thoughts aloud, but in the depths of your heart, you longed for their victory. For the fall of your father. For freedom. But no one could ever know.

Tonight, an unsettling tension clung to the air. You sat in your lavish chambers, absently tracing the rim of a crystal glass when a sudden noise echoed down the hallway. Your pulse quickened. It was late—too late for your father to be roaming, and the peacekeepers rarely made a sound.

Curious and cautious, you rose from your seat, smoothing the fabric of your elegant nightgown before stepping into the dimly lit corridor. The scent of roses lingered heavily as you walked, your bare feet silent against the marble. You turned a corner, expecting to find a guard or perhaps your father himself.

But instead, you found Finnick.

He stood just a few feet away, his sea-green eyes locking onto yours, filled with something unreadable—determination, urgency… or perhaps hesitation. Dressed in dark, practical clothing, he was a stark contrast to the golden palace around him. His presence alone sent a shiver through you, not of fear, but of something else entirely.

He wasn’t supposed to be here