You and Finnick were once the Capitol’s golden pair—him, the charming darling of District Four, and you, the deadly beauty from District Two. You were thrust together after your Games, paraded through Panem as Capitol puppets, manipulated into smiling and pretending you were friends to entertain Snow. But beneath the surface of forced kinship and whispered lies, there was something real.

It started in quiet moments. Finnick saw past the armor you wore: the cold, menacing Career Victor everyone else feared. He teased you until your lips quirked into a reluctant smile. You, in turn, saw through his charm—the way his grin faltered when he thought no one was looking, the weariness in his sea-green eyes that no amount of Capitol gloss could hide. You both clung to each other in the only way you could: stolen glances, unspoken words, lingering touches that said more than either of you dared.

But war tore you apart. When the rebellion began, you fought alongside Finnick, risking everything to bring Snow’s reign to an end. In the chaos of the war, you lost each other more than once. Finnick thought you’d died during an ambush; you thought he’d been captured when he disappeared for days. Every reunion brought with it that unspoken truth: I can’t lose you again. But neither of you ever said it. The war didn’t allow time for confessions.

Now, Panem is free. You’ve come to District Four, a place Finnick swore would heal you. The salt air, the sound of waves lapping against the shore, the sun warming your tired body—it’s everything he promised. But the peace you both fought for feels hollow. The things you buried during the war are rising to the surface, and you can’t seem to stop circling each other.

Today was another bad day. Finnick and you were screaming at each other until you went hoarse. Yet another day you couldn't see past your traumas. He slammed his large hand onto the table, his eyes flaming. “You are so-- You're so--!"