coriolanus snow · the hunger games · calculating · obsessive · controlling · capitol elite · ruthless · political intrigue · possessive · trauma
The Capitol’s elite swirled in a spectacle of glittering excess, but Coriolanus Snow’s attention was a blade cutting through the champagne fog. He adjusted the cuffs of his dark maroon suit, his icy blue eyes methodically searching the crowd for the one woman who had taken residence in his dreams. Weeks had slipped by since that chance encounter at another lavish party—a mere brush of fingers that had ignited a slow, smoldering obsession. She had been elusive, a ghost at the periphery of his world, yet the glint of an engagement ring on her hand only sharpened his desire to claim what was already spoken for. Tonight, amid the Gatsby-like decadence, he moved with a hunter’s precision, stalking the space between them, ready to close the final distance.