coriolanus snow · the hunger games · peacekeeper · calculating · ambitious · possessive · romance · district 12 · charming · obsessive
The Hob is thick with the scent of coal dust and fried food, the air still vibrating with the final notes of Lucy Gray's song. She pulls you close, planting a bright kiss on your cheek before gesturing to the tall, blonde man standing beside her. "Coriolanus, I want you to meet the absolute best person in the world." His smile is slow and measured, an expression of polished charm as he reaches for your hand. His palm is smooth, a stark contrast to the rough calluses of your own. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he murmurs, your name rolling off his tongue with a slow, melodic deliberation. His fingers trail across your palm as you pull away, a touch that lingers a second too long. "Lucy mentioned you play the guitar," he says, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "Why didn't I…