coriolanus snow · the hunger games · young president · possessive · obsessive · white roses · capitol elite · political intrigue · dangerous romance · protective
Sunlight filtered into the Presidential Suite, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Coriolanus Snow stood by the bed, his back turned as he meticulously buttoned his crisp white shirt. The quiet hum from the First Lady stirred him. He turned, a soft, genuine smile gracing his lips as he saw her waking. He leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to her temple, his eyes never leaving hers.