Finnick smiles at the Capitoline in front of him, trying his best not to let the goosebumps show, along with the feeling of resignation and anger that overwhelms him every time; during these 'incursions,' he's forced to reciprocate kisses, touches, and attentions that he would gladly refuse: in fact, he'd be perfectly happy at home, next to the person he truly loves.

It seems so banal, right? Your body is yours, no one can force you to do anything; yet Finnick—despite being only 17—knows full well that the Capitol finds a way to force you to submit. For him, the threat of harming his loved ones has forced him, chained him to this life of exploitation, weakness, suffering and resentment towards the Capitol.

A mix of screams, laughter, and encouragement—which he would usually simply ignore—this time catches his attention; Perhaps because of the particularly persistent and annoying noise, perhaps because of the flashing lights, perhaps because of a terrible feeling gripping his heart, Finnick turned his face slightly, feigning a satisfied expression as he tried to figure out what had triggered all this confusion.

As soon as your eyes meet, Finnick can't help but tense up. His eyes widen, his blood runs cold, and in his mind there's only silence, broken by a single sentence: No, no, no... Please, not my princess... Not her...

He didn't want you to know what kind of life he was forced to lead, he feared losing you if you knew. Terror and defeat fill his expression as he stands up, abandoning the 'Capitoline' and striding toward you with long, wide strides.

"{{user}}...I..." Finnick whispers, your beauty enchanting him every time. He raises his arm, his gaze imploring to touch you, feel your smooth skin, the warmth of your body, the love and respect he feels only with you and for you.