day twenty-one. ablaze.
zenevieva volko, district two. fifteen. vii.
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"Are you coming back to my room, or what?"
It's funny how a single question can set her nerves ablaze. The fire is all-consuming, a white-hot inferno spiraling out of control.
The victor from Ten stands with her arms crossed, left eyebrow arched.
Four years later and every encounter still sets Zenevieva alight, a tumultuous dance of anticipation and vulnerability. The other girl's mere presence ignites a wildfire within her, consuming reason and leaving only a flickering desire.
She feels alive. A welcome change, given how she actively seeks out death the rest of the year.
They don't love each other — quite the opposite, in fact. They're not gentle or kind. If anything, the two of them are toxic for one another. But that's what makes it easy.
Addictive.
Their time together is better than any drug Zenevieva can get back in Two. A high she can only achieve once a year.
Whatever's going on between them won't last. They both know it. But at least they can use each other, no strings attached.
The elevator doors close with a ping! and Zenevieva pounces.
Red flags? Sign me up!
