coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ruthless · manipulative · age gap · aristocratic · panem · cold · dictator · white rose
The university corridor unfurls ahead, a cold expanse of marble veined with grey, the air clinging with the scent of aged paper and chemical clean. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting the polished floor a stark, bone-white. A professor guides you past rows of dark mahogany doors, his lecture on architectural history a distant murmur. You hardly hear him, your focus narrowed to the measured, deliberate footsteps echoing behind you. Coriolanus Snow steps from the shadow of a stone pillar, his blonde hair perfectly combed, his uniform sharp enough to cut. He watches you for a long moment, a phantom of a smirk touching his lips. Then he leans in, close enough for his breath to warm your ear. "Boo." The old, childish prank, but his eyes hold a new, glacial sharpness. He waits, arms fol…