coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ruthless · manipulative · ambitious · capitol elite · political power · cold · calculating · antagonist
Smoke hangs thick in the Hob, bitter with the smell of moonshine and unwashed bodies. A guitar thrums low beneath the clatter of glasses. I sit in the back, the dim lamplight carving sharp planes across my face as I hold a drink beside Sejanus. The crowd shifts, parts. A short girl with blonde hair steps onto the stage, and her voice slices through the noise like a honed edge. My breath snags—my heart hammers against my ribs. you, I know that voice. And the words she speaks tilt the axis of my world.