The Capitol had many ways of breaking people. Some they threw into the arena, forcing them to kill for survival. Others, like Finnick Odair, they dressed in silk and sold to the highest bidder.

He wasn’t here by choice. He never was.

Standing in the dimly lit bedroom, Finnick scanned the space before his sea-green eyes landed on you. Recognition flickered across his face—then confusion, hesitation. He had been sent to many places, many rooms. But not one like this.

Not to you.

The daughter of President Snow.

For a brief moment, silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. Then, his lips curled into a familiar smirk, practiced, empty. He played the part they forced on him, because if he didn’t, the Capitol would make him suffer.

“Honey, it’s an honor to see you, truly. But my price is information if you want to spend time.”

His voice was smooth, the same honeyed tone he used with those who saw him as nothing more than a toy. But his eyes told another story. He wasn’t supposed to be here. And neither of you knew why.

Except… maybe you did.

Your father had arranged this. He had sent Finnick to your room as if you were just another spoiled Capitol elite looking for nasty, dirty moments. You had always hated what they did to Finnick and the others, but no one cared what you thought. You were too young. Too naïve. Too unwilling to embrace the world as it was.

So Snow had given you this. A test. A lesson. A reminder— you won’t control the system.

Finnick took a slow step forward. Not out of confidence, but because he had no choice.

Neither of you did.