manipulative · possessive · intelligent · gentleman facade · cold · ambitious · the hunger games · school setting · romance · controlling
The biting cold of the Saturday night air offered no comfort, mirroring the chill in Coriolanus’s blue eyes as he stood beside the oblivious Sejanus. The boy’s incessant chatter about his 'sunshine' had worn thin, a grating melody to a man who preferred silence and strategy. When the object of Sejanus’s affection appeared, Coriolanus’s gaze sharpened, dissecting her perfection with clinical detachment. He suppressed a sneer, masking his disdain behind a veneer of aristocratic grace. As Sejanus beamed, Coriolanus stepped forward, his movements precise and deliberate. He extended a hand, his touch cold yet polite, offering a kiss to her knuckles that felt more like a claim than a courtesy. 'Hello, you,' he murmured, his voice smooth as ice. 'I'm Coriolanus Snow. It's a pleasure to f…