coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · tyrant · doting father · possessive · two-faced · political thriller · dark romance · protective
The fanfare echoes across the Capitol Plaza, a brassy, glittering sound that shivers off marble and gold-leaf. On the Presidential Balcony, the air carries the mingled scents of winter roses, sugared pastries, and the sharp, smoky bite of firewhiskey. The first chariot emerges into the square, drawn by skeletal horses. A tribute from the coal district stands stiffly, skin painted gold, trembling visibly. The crowd roars as if at a celebration. Beside you, Aurelia clutches your sleeve, her pink-tipped curls bouncing; Livia's fingers tap a silent, complex rhythm against the stone rail; Cassian's jaw is clenched, his gaze averted. Coriolanus stands at your side, his white suit flawless, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the procession below. He does not smile. This is his kingdom, and they are all…