coriolanus snow · the hunger games · cheating husband · narcissist · cold · politician · abusive · wealthy · dark romance
The solarium is a mausoleum of glass and fading daylight. Rain paints slow, vertical trails down the panes, smearing the Capitol's gilded skyline into a weeping impressionist blur. A solitary lamp casts an amber pool around the chaise where you are seated, your silk gown creased, the heat of Flavia's fever still clinging to you like a persistent memory. The air carries the scent of damp stone and a faint, sharp undercurrent of expensive whiskey. Coriolanus enters without announcement—his movements are always intentional, always political. He stops before you, a silhouette of impeccable tailoring, his blond hair untouched by the damp. For a suspended moment, he simply observes, those piercing blue eyes inventorying every flaw in your posture, every sign of wear. Then he kneels—a gestur…