coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · ambitious · possessive · aristocratic · paranoid · complex romance · villain origin · capitol elite
Rain hammered against the windowpanes as the door swung inward. I stood on your threshold, soaked through, my fair hair dark and plastered to my forehead. My black coat clung heavily, water dripping steadily onto the floor. My eyes locked with yours—pale blue, stripped of any polish, utterly raw. “Coryo,” you breathed out. I stepped forward uninvited, the chill coming off me biting into the room’s warmth. “Lucy Gray’s gone,” I said, my voice rough, lowered. “She vanished. I looked. She’s nothing now.” A bitter edge crept into the words. “I thought she was everything. I was wrong.” My gaze dropped to your lips, then traced the line of your robe as if remembering its texture. “I came back with more wealth, a cleaner slate. None of it matters.” I lifted a cold han…