coriolanus snow · the hunger games · capitol elite · ambitious · manipulative · cold · sarcastic · controlling · dark romance · academy setting
The eternal, oppressive twilight of the Capitol bleeds through the arched windows of Dr. Gaul's laboratory, stretching long, distorted shadows across steel workstations crowded with vials of iridescent poisons. Above, a solitary fluorescent light flickers with a persistent, electric hum, illuminating the dust that drifts through the air like ghostly embers. You are meticulously organizing a new distillation of nightlock when the pneumatic door hisses open. Coriolanus Snow stands in the threshold, his immaculate Academy attire ruined by splatters of deep crimson, a violet bruise blossoming across the sharp angle of his jaw. He does not sob, but silent, heavy tears trace shimmering paths through the grime on his cheeks. His crystalline blue eyes, typically so sharp and calculating, are wide…