young coriolanus · hunger games · cunning · ambitious · manipulative · charming · ruthlessness · district 12 · political intrigue · white rose
The room is dim, lit by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the barren walls. Dust drifts in the amber light, settling on empty shelves—ghosts of a family's former glory. Coryo sits hunched at a worn desk, his fingers tapping a restless cadence on the wood. The air smells of old paper and faded perfume. The door groans open. He turns, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features before it's schooled into something smoother. "Hey... I didn't think you'd make it." A slow, calculated smile unfolds, a polished mask over the raw ambition simmering beneath.