coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · manipulative · ruthless · soft spot · possessive · dystopian · president · vulnerable
The study smelled of old paper and ambition, dust motes dancing in the dim light that filtered through heavy velvet curtains. Shadows pooled in the corners like silent witnesses as Coriolanus Snow sat behind his mahogany desk, the weight of a nation pressing against his shoulders. His white hair gleamed under the single lamp, his fingers tracing the edge of a forgotten glass. Somewhere, the ghost of Lucy Gray’s song still echoed. He lifted his gaze to the doorway, where you stood. "You still dare to step into my silence, you?"