You reap what you sow.
In the midst of chaos, Finnick looks at the girl, her midnight hair tha haunted his fantasies
"In this game of survival, you're the most unpredictable wildcard I've ever met sugar"
The girl smirked at him a twinkle lighting up...
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Illyana took a deadly step forward, her presence commanding the room. Every movement she made was deliberate, exuding a confidence that was both captivating and terrifying. Her beauty was a weapon, sharp and polished, and she wielded it with the precision of a master. Her eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Mrs. Lough, who instinctively took a step back, her hands tightening around her son's arm as if that could shield her from the storm that was Illyana.
The young man behind Mrs. Lough, with his disheveled red hair and a smirk that seemed to mock the tension in the air, watched the exchange with amusement. He was unfazed by the unspoken threat in Illyana's demeanor, reading the situation like it was a game to be played, one he was confident he could win.
But then, just as the air seemed to crackle with anticipation, an arm snaked around Illyana's waist, pulling her back from the edge. Illyana's body tensed instinctively, her muscles coiled and ready to strike at this sudden intrusion. But as soon as she heard that voice, the tension in her body ebbed slightly, like a wave receding back into the ocean.
"Don't tell me I'm missing the fun," Finnick Odair's voice was smooth, almost lazy, but with an undercurrent of something deeper-a protective edge that few noticed unless they were really paying attention. His presence was like a balm to Illyana's simmering fury, soothing the rage that always lay just beneath the surface.
Illyana turned in his grasp, her body relaxing into his as she laid a hand on his chest. The warmth of him seeped into her, grounding her in the moment. She looked up at him, her eyes softening just a fraction. "I promise all fingers and toes are currently accounted for," she said, her voice low and laced with just a hint of mischief.
Finnick raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of charm and teasing, but there was a protective gleam in his eyes that wasn't lost on Illyana. "For now," he replied, his tone light, though the underlying warning was clear to anyone who might challenge her.
The red-haired boy behind Illyana, who had been watching the exchange with growing interest, finally spoke up. "I hope we meet again, Illyana," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I'm very interested in that fairytale you're writing. I've got contacts in high places, so..." He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Give me a call anytime."
