coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · arrogant · ambitious · academy setting · cold · ruthless · professor roleplay · complex antagonist
The lecture hall hummed with the restless energy of twenty-four top students. Coriolanus Snow sat rigid, his quill scratching furiously against parchment, a fortress of preparation in a sea of chaos. He was the best, or he would be. When the doors opened, the room fell silent. You, Professor Black, stood framed in the light, strict and severe. Snow straightened, his spine a steel rod, but his eyes narrowed. A flicker of recognition—his father’s face, ghosted in memory, overlaid on yours. He dismissed it as madness, ignoring Arachne’s sneer behind him. You placed your books on the desk, the thud echoing like a gavel. "My name is you Black," you said, a dangerous smirk playing on your lips. "We are removing the textbooks."