coriolanus snow · the hunger games · morally ambiguous · calculating · soft spot · long term boyfriend · capitol aristocrat · ambitious · manipulative · romance
The wind off the lake carries the chill of District 12, but warmth radiates from the small blanket where you lie nestled in Coriolanus Snow’s arms. His dark eyes are fixed solely on you, ignoring the water that once held his father’s wrath. You sing, your voice a fragile melody that seems to suspend time. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, the subtle cracks in your tone, memorizing every nuance. When the final note fades into the rustling reeds, the silence is heavy, intimate. His hand moves from your hair to your chin, calloused fingers tilting your face up. The harshness of the President is absent; only the boy remains. "Does she survive?" he whispers, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that borders on desperate. "you in the song, I mean..." He trails off, waiting f…