The Princess of Panem | Finnick Odair x oc

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"Are you stalking me, Princess?"

I'm honestly too startled to speak and it takes a second to get my voice back. Enough time to really take in his appearance. And damn it, there is a lot to take in. 

His silhouette is striking against the dark backdrop of the night, his posture relaxed yet exuding an air of confidence. His dark blue suit, reminiscent of the ocean depths, is highlighted by subtle gold and white details that catch the moon's gentle glow. The fabric seems to ripple like waves as he moves, a mesmerizing sight under the starry sky.

There's a smirk playing on his lips, a hint of mischief in his gaze as he meets my eyes. His features are sculpted, chiseled by some divine hand, with eyes that gleam like polished gems in the moonlight. There's a certain allure about him, an aura of arrogance mingled with undeniable charm, a magnetic presence that draws me in despite myself.

"Speechless, are we?" he teases.

"You wish." I scoff.

"Do I now?"

I sigh. He might look good, like really really good, but that doesn't give him the right to be a total asshole. 

"What is your problem?" I ask, louder and angrier than intended.

"Hmm, there's a lot. But I guess above all, your grandfather. Maybe even you."

"That means?" I sigh.

"Not that you would understand..." he says. 

"Who do you think you are?" 

"Finnick Odair, enchanté." he smirks and tries to grab my hand but I slap him away. 

"You're the second one to say that in a matter of 10 minutes." I say.

"You really have no clue who I am..." he chuckles in mock disbelief.

"What does that have to do with... no, no I don't. Should I?" I ask, confused.

"I-. Kinda, yes." he says and slightly tilts his head to the side.

"Well then, who are you?" I ask bluntly.

He doesn't even attempt to answer but instead takes his time to look at me closer. His eyes wander for a while before he stops at my neck and the jewels that decorate it.

"The people of the districts suffer while the princess of Panem wanders around in her palace, with a necklace that could safe a whole town from starvation." he says as if he's thinking outloud. 

"You really think you know me, don't you?"

"I do. You are just like the rest of them. Probably worse..." he says and sighs when he looks at me again. "and I honestly don't even know why I'm talking to you right now. I'm leaving. Stay here if you want to, Princess. I do not care."

He walks past me towards the door and I follow him with my eyes until I can't see him anymore. Suddenly all the puzzlepieces fall into places. 

"You're a winner." I say into the darkness, not expecting an answer. 

"Am I really?," he whispers. "I prefer the term survivor." 

I turn around but he's already gone, the only thing hinting his former presence is the door, left open only a few centimeters. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*:･✧*:･ﾟ✧

I linger on the rooftop, the memory of our brief encounter still lingering in the air like a tantalizing promise. The night seems to stretch on indefinitely, filled with the echo of his laughter and the gentle rustle of the breeze. But eventually, I tear myself away from the mesmerizing view and make my way back to the ballroom.