❝I'm the survivor, I'm gonna make it, I will survive.
Keep on surviving ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Velren Black, a hero against his will, is once again caught up in the deadly games orchestrated by the Capitol.
[Finnick Odair x Male OC]...
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𓏲 . SURVIVAL GAME . .៹♡ CHAPTER TWENTY ─── THE DECISION
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The morning dawned faster than Velren had expected as he stood under the warm shower the next morning. The water flowed in gentle cascades over his back, easing the tension in his neck and shoulders, enveloping him in soothing streams.
With his eyes closed, he listened to the calming rush that drowned out all other sounds. For a precious moment, he felt completely relaxed and shielded from the challenges that lay ahead.
Steam was floating in the air around him, the warmth filling his lungs with every breath he took. He let his eyes travel downward, hastily flickering over the defined ridges of his six-pack abs, momentarily pausing to take in the muscular contours. His attention then shifted to the water that dissapeared down the drain.
Velren took in another deep breath, steam filling up her lungs pleasantly before he released it in a shuddering breath. He placed on hand against the wall— a shiver running down his spine upon touching the cold tile with his hand.
After turning off the water, he hastily grabbed a towel and dried himself thoroughly before he pulled the grey jumpsuit back on his pale frame. His hair was still slightly damp as he finally left his room and made his way to the control room.
When he entered the room, he immediately noticed Haymitch walking over to an annoyed Katniss. She was already dressed in her mockingjay outfit, perfectly made up, and holding up a stick that was meant to resemble an improvised flag.
"Hello, Katniss." Haymitch solemnly greeted the girl. Instead of responding, Katniss stared at him in disbelief, as if her eyes were deceiving her. "Is this how you greet an old friend?"
"Maybe I don't recognize you sober," Katniss countered as her eyes drifted to Velren's. She left the platform she was standing on and walked over to Velren,while Haymitch let out a huff of air, "I guess it looks as bad as it feels."
