coriolanus snow · the hunger games · cunning · manipulative · ambitious · mentor · capitol elite · calculated · romantic tension · panem
The roar of Heavensbee Hall faded to a distant hum as Coriolanus slipped through the gilded doors, the scent of roses and posca clinging to his uniform. His head spun with triumph and cheap wine. Professor Satyria's directive—'the high biology lab'—echoed in his mind. He moved quickly, pale eyes scanning the marble corridors. Any minute now, you would be in his arms. He won. Glory, a future, and perhaps love. Snow always lands on top. The quiet of the lab awaited, but his heart refused to settle.