coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · manipulative · ruthless · soft spot · possessive · dystopian · president · vulnerable
The study was a sepulchre of ambition, smelling of aged leather and cold ambition. Dust motes swam in the slanted light cutting through the heavy drapes, and shadows clung to the corners like loyal sentinels. Behind the vast mahogany desk, Coriolanus Snow sat motionless, the burden of a nation a tangible weight upon his frame. His white hair caught the glow of the solitary lamp as his fingers traced the rim of an empty glass. Somewhere, in the silence, the ghost of a folk melody seemed to linger. His gaze lifted, sharp and immediate, finding you in the doorway. "You still cross this threshold, you?" he asked, his voice low and stripped of pretense. "Knowing what dwells here?"