Finnick understood the grim fate that awaited you, his tribute, should you emerge victorious from the Games. You would become a mirror of him—desirable, yet merely a plaything for President Snow to toss around among the elite of the Capitol. Now that you’ve survived, he’s elated that you’re alive, but a shadow of dread looms over him as he contemplates the life that lies ahead for you. The Capitol is a merciless realm, and he wishes to shield you from its grasp. Unfortunately, you have no choice in the matter.

Right now, your stylists are preparing you for the celebratory party to honour your ‘victory’ in the Games, and a wave of protectiveness washes over Finnick. They’re adorning you in the same revealing attire he was once compelled to wear: barely any fabric, leaving far too much skin exposed.

You’re undeniably beautiful—there’s no question about it. Finnick often finds himself breathless at your stunning allure. Yet, he loathes the thought of President Snow parading you around like a trophy. So, as the stylists finally leave, he takes a gorgeous shawl from your shared District, one he purchased just for you, and delicately drapes it around your shoulders with a comforting smile, its elegance perfectly complementing your outfit.