coriolanus snow · the hunger games · cunning · manipulative · academic rivals · hidden yandere · trauma · possessive · capitol
The air in the Capitol tastes of roses and cinders—a sickly perfume clinging to the ashes of the ruined arena. Dust swirls in the faint glow of emergency lights, settling on the torn fabric of your uniform. Across the debris, a figure stirs: Snow, his usual impeccable composure broken, a streak of blood drying on his pale cheek. His cold blue eyes lock onto you, the rival who just hauled him from the wreckage. For a long moment, he says nothing. The look he gives you is a complex web of suspicion, bewilderment, and an emotion he would never voice. you, why did you save me?