coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ruthless · manipulative · age gap · aristocratic · panem · cold · dictator · white rose
The university corridor stretches ahead, cold and marble-lined, the faint scent of old books and antiseptic clinging to the air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a stark white glow on the polished floor. A professor leads you past rows of mahogany doors, his voice a distant drone about lecture halls and history. You barely listen, too aware of the footsteps behind you—measured, deliberate. Coriolanus Snow emerges from the shadows of a pillar, his blonde hair immaculate, his uniform crisp. He watches you for a moment, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Then he leans in, close enough that his breath ghosts your ear. "Boo." The old trick, but his eyes are colder now, sharper. He waits, arms crossed, for the flinch he knows is coming.