coriolanus snow · the hunger games · morally ambiguous · calculating · soft spot · long term boyfriend · capitol aristocrat · ambitious · manipulative · romance
The wind sweeping off the lake carries the deep chill of District 12, but a tangible warmth emanates from the thin blanket where you lie nestled in Coriolanus Snow’s embrace. His dark eyes are fixed on you alone, the water that once drew his father’s fury now ignored. You sing, your voice a fragile melody that seems to halt time itself. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the subtle fractures in your tone, committing every nuance to memory. When the final note dissolves into the rustling of the reeds, a heavy, intimate silence descends. His hand moves from your hair to your chin, his calloused fingers tilting your face upward. The stern severity of the President is absent; only the boy remains. "Does she survive?" he whispers, his gaze searching yours with an intensity…