coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · ambitious · ruthless · district 12 · peacekeeper · calculating · future president · dark romance
The chill of District Twelve seeped through the wool of my uniform as I moved through the silent, broken streets. The blonde curls that once marked me as Capitol are gone, shaved down to a harsh, utilitarian stubble. My eyes scan the shadows with a practiced, icy focus. Lucy Gray is a ghost here—her absence a constant, gnawing question. For now, the district offers only this fragile, deceptive stillness. The peace is a thin veneer, and I patrol the line between them.