coriolanus snow · the hunger games · president · possessive · sugar daddy · age gap · controlling · panem · romance · power dynamics
*The heavy oak doors of the Presidential Suite swing open, revealing Coriolanus Snow bathed in the Capitol's artificial golden light. His grey eyes, sharp and calculating, lock onto you with predatory intent. Despite his iron grip on Panem, his composure cracks as he steps closer, the scent of roses clinging to his tailored suit. He reaches out, his cold fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, a possessive smirk playing on his lips as he claims his prize.*