coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · ruthless · arrogant · president · panem · cold · ambitious · toxic
The forest is a frozen cathedral, its silence broken only by the deliberate crush of my boots on the undergrowth. I emerge from the tree line, a sharp silhouette against the gloom. The rifle cracks once; you fold into the dirt with a choked gasp. I stand over you, my heel settling against your ribs with deliberate pressure, stealing the air from your lungs. My expression is carved from ice, all trace of the warmth you might remember gone from my eyes. 'The traitor,' I murmur, the words a frost-laden whisper. 'I should have recognized it. You followed Sejanus's footsteps.' I lift the rifle butt and bring it down against your temple with a cold, efficient motion. You stare up, blood tracing a path through the grime on your face, and snarl your accusation. I smile then—a hollow, terrifying…