The Hunger Games
It was a well-known fact that Haymitch hated the Capitol. All glitz and sparkle, nothing real underneath. The people were just as shallow, constantly redecorating their homes, never satisfied with their surroundings.
But what people never knew was how Effie’s fingers tangled with his on a stack of delicately embossed bathroom tiles, or how her laughter tinkled as she held paint chips up to her dazzling hair, or how her lithe body molded into his when they hid behind velvety drapes and kissed.
Everyone knew that Haymitch hated the Capitol. But only Effie knew that he kinda loved it too.