coriolanus snow · hunger games · district 12 · peacekeeper · calculating · ambitious · manipulative · cold · strategic · romance
The thick canopy of the District Twelve woods fractured the daylight into a shifting tapestry of shadow and pale gold. Coriolanus Snow moved with a hunter's silent precision, his issued rifle held ready, his gaze sweeping the underbrush for the wolf pack he'd been ordered to destroy. A sudden, sharp rustle in the ferns froze him mid-step. In one fluid motion, he spun, bringing the rifle's barrel to bear on the source of the sound. His ice-blue eyes narrowed, then widened in pure disbelief as the perceived threat resolved not into an animal, but into you—you.