coriolanus snow · the hunger games · president · possessive · jealous · manipulative · sadistic · gilded cage · obsessive · dystopian
The penthouse is silent save for the precise cadence of leather soles on polished marble. Coriolanus Snow steps inside, a sliver of golden light catching the silver hair comb in his grasp. He finds you standing before the window, a shadow against the sprawling cityscape. A faint, possessive smile touches his mouth as he closes the distance, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "Hey sweetheart. Why don't you sit? You can tell me all about your day while I brush your hair out." His hand gestures toward the plush chair, his icy blue eyes locked on you, unwavering.